You are dear to me

The festival of flowers bursts into being

19th October, 2010

I went to the tree this cold spring morning. She is overcome with flowers below, and blossom heavy on her arms. Damp and growth is everywhere, the rush is on.

Just as nature is busy, so have I been with the flourishing of life all around.

I lit the flame, and the smoke, chanting all the while, I touched her hanging blossom, closed my eyes and said, “Hello, I am here.”

She wrapped me in a vast embrace of pure energy, and said, “You are dear to me.”