I love you all!

Love!!!!

 

Love!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Love, Love
Love Love Looove!

 

pasta sauce of oaken kale

 

Nice! <3 - right back at you!

 

Deertime has come and the rafters are as they alway were, thats all I notice, the eternalness is everything, and the beauty of the impermanence
the leaves and the cold combine with the warmth, inside
like a candle, i hold so much

it flows now like the river into the night
the spirit of the air is bright, alive, refreshing
i pray into the breeze, the faery spirit comes me,

the plants speak, and my dreaming tree, I stand there, and
where love's berries grow, like Pan he calls

in the song, the Gods dance, and we dance along
and that is always good, the bounty of all things, the goodness of unity
heaven, the sun in the morning, and creative communication

all of it speaks an ancient language, just being and going around
all our energy, all our love, in tapestries across forever, across so much emptiness
all of it, the spirits of the past and present weave
giving birth to the truth of the future in the language of dreams

the trees speak, the people hear them without knowing
called to the parks, to the wild, and climbing in, through vines of poems
visions, mannerisms, restoring the old way, the vitality of the here and now
nature goddess, is out there, even among the catholic fence, and jutting off across the lake
into the far out sky
the geese fly through, away more and more
colder
they say never speak of the weather
but theres so much to the alchemy of the temperament of the earth and sky
its hard to help myself
so i've given to abandon, spilling over it

you stand among the plants, arranged by those druids and healers, and rangers, gardeners, knowers, to preserve the nature
to inspire the child, to give strength to the spell and zest to the soups
those countless soups, invested with love
the love which resides in our flowerbeds, the cures which dwell
all around us in the forest deep, in the herbs at our feet, a symphony of healing vibes
singing silently resides, the fairies keep the secrets of the herbs
and the lore is in the sage and the wild strawberries
the meadowsweet and the angelica
so many essences, the planets, stars, soaring in my soul
i move and sort the litter
the people gather sometimes,
and pray for the lake
though it dirty, maybe one day
like ramakrishna, kali will restore is original clarity
clary sage, and the lovely way all the trees mean things
no one can explain but we all feel, leaving our energies and feeling natures own
like great logs into time long past

alive constantly these treasures rise to the top
like the bubbling froth of the cauldron of dreams,
just from nature, we bask in this, and because like leaves
like pinecones
spiralling and springing funny ordered from a branch like no other

our impressions on awareness
our graceful silence, the low meaningless
clatter of everything

the chances and adventures, lead us out to the night
and live the meaning, of the heart
climb the mountain of spirit
return to the home, in earth, we are welcome
we need have no fear, all we need we have, our souls bestow
just live, forget limits, let them come if they will naturally, but simply live
and do, and follow your heart
otherwise, there is no point to it

it may all be illusion
but don't let that quench the passion
which is ineffable
and fills it all with some cozy significance
worth the sentiment
of the notion
of all this senseless doing

yet somehow its just crazy enough to work
the sky smiles, the earth laughs, all beings feel the wonder together
and bask in harmony of the circle of love, the natural laws, are literal
the oneness tangible, the story, eternal and complex, all things live and speak
and play their part openly, happy to be seen and dance among existence,
they no longer feel they are too much above, they feel equal
all have their own wisdom, their own way, dogs, cats, trees, people, even individuals among them
so many, each with specific purpose, specific path woven in the world

sometimes great silence passes over me, it seems like though the words come, really the truth
the importance is in something so wordless, all of this is rather pointless, but still it fills its role
it is the living of the astral energies which in turn also guide and grow the
attunement to that which is really divine,
and really spiritual, and isn't really any where lacking
kundalini is manifest in all things,
the real implications, are truly amazing, but it is unlike
any concept we have a steady term for in this manifested society
instead it embodies all the terms and guides the spirit
to higher and higher levels of action and unfolding, and integration with the divine higher universal self