Toward the Summers Solstice

-------Toward the Summers Solstice-------

The glory of true beauty is that it's found in everyone and everything.

No soul is beyond the capacity to love or be loved, 

no sadness without a subtle remembrance of the complementing joy. 

It is in the silence of words that go unspoken 

and the fertile roots of our garden weeds.

We were all born with the purity of heart 

and so forever have it in our blood.

And as is with the heights and depths of each solstice, 

beauty is ever-moving and persistent by nature,

perfect 

when the difference between is let go

and we fall in love.

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As They Know the Roots that Make Them

-------As They Know the Roots that Make Them-------

Where the earth is fertile roots go deep,

and when roots go deep

the stronger branches become;

and those are 

able to hold fruit

heavy with the sweetest kind of love.

Birds flock and children swing

to and from

what they trust the most,

and like the Mother, our own little earths

bear the trust and

tend toward fertility,

without any effort to remember

but rather just to let and allow

the seed to grow.

As we know already the roots that make us.

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The Quiet Road Between

-------The Quiet Road Between-------

There is no line

between Spring and Summer;

only an air sweetened by wild roses,

cottonwood cotton and dandelion clouds.

If we can, for just a moment,

set aside our assumptions of time,

and take a walk

down a quiet road,

we might just remember

exactly where it is that we need to be.

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The Lovely Hearted

-------The Lovely Hearted-------

It is not luck or un-luck but

the content and quality of one's character

which comes to being.

Magic will always be real

to the Lovely Hearted.

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