Bending low – I plant spinach seed while
The birds flutter at the feeder
Swaying the seed, spring-drunk
( aren’t we all?)
But what about the cosmic-seed planted
In our collective wombs,
That bright seed of love
That we are duty bound to cherish
And protect.
That’s the seed we want to acknowledge
Parent and Repeat.
her soup pot 
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div dir=”ltr”>I love this planting mandala so much. Right
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Beautiful my dear one. I’m reading this at twelve-thirty am and listening to my Alexa play 50’s music. At moment it’s “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes.” Anyone under fifty probably doesn’t understand what they’re talking about. No smoke any more unless it’s pot smoke. love, charlie
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parenting and repeating ✔️✔️
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