Garden of Thee

Softly falling sensuous,
beloved's winged seeds to the earth.

Swirling in swaying ballet,
in the autumn breeze calmly thee.

I the earth watered,
gather in your dance in the breezes.

Upon mine ground,
settled down in womb full center

Root thee deep within this heart,
tending careful presence.

I am the birthing soil,
thou hast seeded a harvest in me.

This your garden aroused,
for to receive and sleep in full.

You are the farmer and sower,
of my love's intention.

Tu es um terra fertil, Irei a planta um jardim em ti
Thou art fertile ground, I shall plant a garden in thee.

Jump Time

"The maps no longer fit the territories. The only expected is the unexpected. Everything that was isn't anymore, and everything that isn't, is coming to be. We are in an era of quantum change most radical deconstruction and reconstruction world has ever seen ... We know that the new millennium we have entered is the intersection between worlds, between species, between ourselves and forever. We know ourselves to be pilgrims and its parents. No old formulas or stopgap solutions will suit for New World to be born. We must bring a new mind to bear nothing else will do. We as a species stand at the crossroads based with radical choices any which promise to make tomorrow look nothing like yesterday."

~Jean Houston PhD Jump Time

http://jeanhouston.org/