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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