The Brave Ones

After residing in the soil surrounded
By harsh, cold and dark elements

Soft pinks, whites, blues and yellows
Each bring out their brave head

Like innocent Joan of Arcs filled with light,
Calling for surrender

Grateful for their light, tender touch

​We finally rest at home and surrender in the sweet grass

Filling ourselves up with sweet Love,
With sweet Light,
With sweet Connection
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The gifts of this sweet and sacred Time