Sensing

 

This month I am taking a blog break.  In place of a blog, I offer this poem:

 

*Cosmos

By Nancy J Hill:

 

She looks back at me from her golden center.

We sense our connection.

Me the gardener.

She the flower.

That night as I brush my teeth, her image flashes before me.

Now I know.

We are all made of the same star-stuff.

Each of us has our own golden center.

Magic and wonder are everywhere.

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May your golden center continue to light your path. 

 

*Cosmos is the Greek word for harmony.  

Spanish priests in Mexico named these cheery little blooms.

They said these evenly placed petals are a sign of order in the universe.