Voices from the winds,
Whisper heavy words.
Arise with ease, seeming to appease;
Only to rescind soon after.
Petals dancing softly, in the jar of clay,
As the spring breeze blows down its way.
The noble archer, aiming for that perfect spot
Strikes true, with intention, for what, do not know.
Through the paths, down the meadows,
This venture can not halt.
The rocks remain in place
And so must our hearts.
The endless knot makes its way again
Forever stringing time and space, spirit and earth.
Just because you caught a snag, don't allow a lag.
The serpent teaches to shed the skin, it's time for re-birth.
Lavender & Violets, royalties bringing men to their knees,
Grow and rely on care, by all aspects of the Mother.
The moon is only waxing, let the sands pass their way,
Las flores will grow and become so beautiful, and I will be patient.