~Meadows of Light~
Winds of thought
Stir our petals
As we take root
In a new reality.
We think, we feel,
And in such passage
Our world becomes "real."
Love is the dew
Descending;
Sliding silently
In crystaline teardrops
Upon leaves
Of consciousness.
Clouds of emotion
Pass as shadows
Over our bright
Countenance,
At times causing
Hesitance in our
Natural growth.
Other versions of
Us sway in different
Meadows, carried there
By soul pollen scattered
In the First breath.
In meadows of light
We grow,
Across a cosmic country,
Every version a hybrid
Built from what we know.
The soil of serenity
Helps us to accept
With grace
Each nuance of change
As inching upward
Toward the sun
Of His face.
MEBH/@Copyright 8/2000
