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The Moss Lady
My first attendance at a Healing Circle for the Earth this afternoon nudged me to once again bask in nature, my happy place.
There’s a park downtown where the Moss Lady lays quietly. Visitors come to, like me this afternoon and simply appreciate the space.
Opposite her were 2 carved wooden benches where one can relax, soak in the ambiance, and admire her even more.
She is like a downtown Gaia. Staring at her in memory, describing the park as if talking to her, I came up with this or perhaps she offered this:
Tulips. Magnolias. Cherry Blossoms.
Your buds and petals in the subtle fragrance
Fountains. Puddles. Streams of water
Your sound but your current don’t bother
Cedars. Redwoods. Mountain Ashes
Spread its branches to cover the masses
Herons. Gaggle. Ducks and Peacocks
All you goslings inhabit my chest
Tiny bridges crossing streams
Hedges and carved wooden benches
All created to invite you in
Come to the park, perhaps stand by my side
Oh sons and daughters and all your relations
Would you all be loving stewards?
Like you are the minstrel…
