Sun Salutation

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Oh beauty, you are mine.

Sweet words on the wind,

The mistral divine.

 

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Sign of Love

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You have to look for the signs, said the Goddess.

Is it the snow on the mountain, I asked?

The tree Gods swayed in the bone-chilling gale,

It’s always there if you look.

I passed a glance at the cloud torn sky,

But the Gods continued to shake,

I followed the path and stumbled on rocks,

Dead leaves crackled in mirth.

It’s not so far, said the old man tree,

Watch your step, said the grass!

Return of the Sun God

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Sometimes there’s just magic. Nothing easily explained, yet so easily understood. It begins like a tiny drop of water tumbling earthwards, touching leaves, fronds, petals. Sliding with consummate grace down blades of grass to ground with a sigh. Over time the water table fills. Each space between now plump with possibilities. A bone-dry drought broken. Birds flock from distant lands and rest on the surface. Thus, the Sun God returns and the Goddess awakens.