Sit among the fern like a little elf,
You feel the energy in every leave?
Or do you think about it strenuously?
When you are in touch, you are feeling,
And put thinking on the shelf,
When a little bird talks to you, but you don’t understand,
Yet you do somehow, you know somehow,
A sense of connect ness of being one,
Of being beautiful and winged and more than you are,
Don’t dismiss it out of hand,
That honey on the flowers lips,
A bum that wiggles happiness ravishing the sweet,
Both are happy, both are giving and receiving,
None of their intend deceiving,
When sharing honey sips,
The colours of the dragonfly joy it brings to see,
It gladdens heart and mind, and soul to boot,
Of creations many fold designs,
We are only one of millions of all there is,
The dragonfly, the bumblebee and you and me.©
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Lin
EDWIN
You feel the energy in every leave?
I did that very thing, this past weekend. It's what keeps me somewhat sane in this sad old world of ours today.
In Spirit,
Bear
Georg
Walt
Such wise insight written with sensitivity and fine choice of image. I love this.
John