The Ballet
Everything contained within the seed it needs to know
How long to stay in soil's dark and then which way to grow.
Unfolding beauty slow with grace a rhythm without time
Breaking ground without a sound performing life in mime.
Waking to the morning sun to gently stretch and rise
In all its morning glory – a feast before my eyes.
And when life's dance is over, with a silent gentle sigh
The petals fold and wither as the flower bids goodbye.
I AM
I am a beautiful flower and in Truth
noone can trample me
I am a dove -
I am peace and gentleness to fly free
and bring a message of hope and healing
I fly above the fray of the world
I am newborn - watching the world with wonder,
awe and mystery
I am old and wise
I am young and foolish
I am timeless
I AM
Joy
celebration
breath
ALIVE!
present and Presence
Truth
I AM LOVE!