sprouting surprises in the mystery

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a welcoming quartet emerges at the dream shrine entry

 

 

 

 

 

 

one calls for intimate witnessing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

leading my eyes to the appearance of leaf woman blowing in an ever so gentle breeze

 

 

 

I circle the great cottonwood to see leaf filled alcoves that will host our dreaming

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

journeying from this mystery to another

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“…Welcomes all we call death,
Taking deep into itself
The right solitude of a seed…”

John O’Donohue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I offer gratitude for the continued  flow of wonder,

Jillian

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