Sunday, June 06, 2004
While Venus Sings
by Trendle Ellwood
Today we will go down to where the
Hemlock tree grows on stones.
To find a hollow place
In the crevice of the hills.
A gateway opens.
Beckons us within.
Beside the moss and the fern.
Do we enter?
Or do we stay?
There is fear,
We are resistant to change
What lies beyond the opening?
An ever expanding
Joyous journey!
For it leads us home again.
Within.
Just a hollow place,
In the crevice of the hills.
While Venus sings.
Copyright © 2004, by Trendle Ellwood. All Rights Reserved.
Today we will go down to where the
Hemlock tree grows on stones.
To find a hollow place
In the crevice of the hills.
A gateway opens.
Beckons us within.
Beside the moss and the fern.
Do we enter?
Or do we stay?
There is fear,
We are resistant to change
What lies beyond the opening?
An ever expanding
Joyous journey!
For it leads us home again.
Within.
Just a hollow place,
In the crevice of the hills.
While Venus sings.
Copyright © 2004, by Trendle Ellwood. All Rights Reserved.
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