The Voice of the Plants

The hands of time tick slowly by,

In the minds of those who seek peace on the outside,

Yet the animals and birds find knowledge in nothing of the sort,

The perfect motion of life on earth exists in understanding the intrinsic worth & sacredness in that

which engages only for now.


The storm will rise, the honey will glow,

The sun will shine everyday above the clouds,

The rain will still fall and the wind blow,

Long after the myth of the Purple Shroud has gone,

So, just sit down and sip gently on your tea or a cup o’ Joe

& ask the plants and trees, I am confident they know.


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