WHO IS MY LOVE ...

JOHN MCINTOSH

The whispering leaves

Sweeping across the morning grass

Scented by the moist air

Of early rain


A palette of spring flowers

Bending in concert

Toward the noonday sun

As ONE


The persistent chirping chorus

Of new-born birds

Open and waiting for Life’s nurturing


Each know my Love

IT fills all space

Mothering all Life

Knowing ‘me’ as IT SELF


-image by Solveig Larsen


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