Om

-- I wrote the first three this day, standing high on a fallen tree, listening intently to an ant (they don't speak!), I wrote the last two a few days ago.. I'm more pleased with these.. Peace and love.


This ant is me.
I am this tree.
Alive as one,
we are all free.
Infinite as can be,
I can dance;
and verily,
we are all free.

In the shadow,
or in the light,
we are born to
and from delight.
Love heals completely,
and powers are ours -
in our hearts grow sweetly
bounteous gardens of flowers.

Beauty is in the heart that sees
love's sweet and lilting melodies,
reserved for us is love's fragrance-
we, who join in, and learn to dance.

Oh! Blessings be!
I saw a bee -
Were two, in fact,
High in the act,
Of catching flowers
With bumble bee powers.
I climbed gently down
with my feet on the ground.

If you want an adventure,
Live and save our Mother Nature.