Cups of clover, an all-heal remedy the ancient Grandmothers taught me whispering in the night at dawn in the sweet afternoon breeze at dusk Easy to find easy to wildcraft easy to steep easy to store easy to use up All about the ease... That’s what they’ve been saying this whole time! The more you flow gather, hold, release, and keep flowing What a lovely dance The wild satisfaction the deep fulfillment of simply being at ease in an ever-present awareness I know the gurus talk of the sound of the Universe that hum, that enchanting Om, that harmonious intonation of the Word on the Breath of Divine Lips But, sometimes, like my Ancient Grandmothers before me, I can lay on spring grass in sunlight dappled shade and close my eyes... and I hear the Universal sound as the River Flow... a symphony of every vibration gathering, dancing, releasing, flowing, ebbing, swirling, holding, rippling, calming, flowing, gathering, dancing, releasing, ebbing, swirling, flowing, calming, rippling, holding, flowing Original Poetry by Cynthia Botsko,
Inspired by “Stability, 9 of Cups” from The Sacred Circle Tarot, by Anna Franklin & Paul Mason
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AuthorCynthia Botsko is an author of poetry, metaphysics, and channeled wisdom for the empowerment and upliftment of humanity. This blog posts weekly. To receive notice of new posts, sign-up for the newsletter.
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