I’ve been
intensely focused
on the beauty of the
season,
on the gardens, the
plants, the soil, leaves, old stems, emerging tenderness
what needs to be done
what can’t wait.
In all of this, I have
neglected my interior. (I love
the echoes of allusion and
I feel
the deep love for me
inherent in them.)
In neglecting my interior,
I neglected to call forth
from within me
the higher vibrational
being that I am –
pure love incarnate,
which,
even as I sit here saying
it,
writing it,
thinking it,
comes forth on little cat
feet.
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