I meet you all in a field of Gold
that consists of nothing
but
ever present,
sheer Grace.
Gently carrying its
ripples of consciousness
rhythmically in this dimension
in seeming cycles
between this
and
ancient
Dream Time.
Yet another
walkabout
to start,
it seems.
Prior and resting
just the still, clear lake
letting all arise and subside.
Staying in the flow,
with devotional surrender
we are
carried by a gentle wave.
Resisting ever so slightly,
swept away by a storm.
Meeting you All in
this field of gold,
magnificent, glorious
Life.

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‘..we are carried by a gentle wave, resisting ever so slightly, swept away by a storm.’ I love this and the aboriginal ideas. Thank you Maren.
crazy aboriginal people believing in inter connectedness
What next? Harmonic dynamics and such I expect
He he
me xo