A chorus of bird song sings
counter-point to the cock crow.
Rain washed breezes murmur
through the dense new growth
stimulated by daily rains. The
silence of the floresta is healing
and never is truly silent as the
Mother of the Floresta and those
who attend her murmur, sigh, and
sing the songs of nature.
These past weeks have been a roar
into the new year, finishing old
lessons, starting new ones. I
treasure the morning silence filled
with the life sounds of nature.
Pages fill with poetry, my pen
seldom pausing. The Master has
much to say.
I listen and learn. I know the
messages criscross the globe
bringing wisdom and the message
of love to seekers everywhere.
An old cycle has finished, the world
survived and now surges forward. I
am grateful for all I learned. Now
I start a whole new cycle, unburdened
by the past, which burned away,
leaving the new to rise up our of the ashes.