Scent of Harvest

Cut grass drying in the sun.
Scent of harvest, early on.
Sweet and sensual, the heat
of summer on the rise.

Motion of an energy, moving easily.
Stream of pleasure in a slow meandering.
Cut the pace in half again
and feel the world spin beneath your feet.

Ardently, a seasoned perseverance
breathes essential energy in life.
Instinctual, the art of all creation.
Integrity of dreams behind the mind.

Listen to the loving leaves
whispering within the dream.
"Your heart is home and you are blessed.
Allow yourself some happiness."

Cut grass drying in the sun.
Scent of harvest, early on.
Essentially, the moment comes alive.
Experience the consciousness of life...

? Michaelette ?

6/18/2002
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