In thought it began as a leaf
Days and days and days went by, me walking past and looking at it.
Then something happened, the art, or life of it.
It began having seeds
Then roots that grew into the top.
And then it appeared as a lyre
Obviously alive and it was both masculine and feminine.
It was vibration as well as manifestation
Then it flowered.
That is like us.
We are that life
And we must 'allow' what comes to
Be. No resistance
Let it be,....
What is needed so we may also flower.
So that all will flower and see the
perfection. Be that.
And here is chicken dinner.