Plant The Love Of The Holy Ones

You Are Not Just The Drop In The Ocean. You Are The Mighty Ocean In The Drop.

There Is A Path From Me To You That I Am Constantly Looking For.

Every Midwife Knows That Not Until A Mother’s Womb Softens From The Pain Of Labor Will A Way Unfold And The Infant Find That Opening To Be Born. Oh Friend! There Is Treasure In Your Heart, It Is Heavy With Child. Listen. All The Awakened Ones, Like Trusted Midwives Are Saying, 'welcome This Pain. It Opens The Dark Passage Of Grace.

I Am Not This Hair, I Am Not This Skin, I Am The Soul That Lives Within.

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.