Untitled poem
by Zanthe
All the flowers that I could see
Had soared
Into the wind
I did not look behind me, as I went on
I could only see her
My sky mother My true nurturer being
I connect with her
I rise with the sun
The sun and moon
The night and day
The earth and sky
I am whole.
I do not need to fear
I will heal
I will my healing
Newness and strength to all parts
Of
My life.
To the great sky mother
Where
My healing is embraced
And my gifts to be known to the
Living.
I am the living, and
I live amid the living ......... Good Living!
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