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the earthly being, bearing wings fluttering softly to touch the sky

the virgin soul, of an erudite mind bountiful with wisdom

the sapphire heart, passing blood warm and fluid to her limbs

the harvesting hands, picking love from her giving love

the quiet female, not so quiet inside.

 

a birthday gift to a virgo

The queen had a ball tonight.

She wore her white gown.  She wore her five rings.

The blue sapphire ring for all the seas of the world.  The yellow topaz ring for all the kindling hearts in the world. The black onyx ring for all the treasures in the world.  The green emerald ring for all the trees in the world.  And a red ruby ring for the sun that shines on all the people in the world.

And we were all invited.

Have an Olympic spirited weekend.

A sliver of the moon breaks through the midnight blue.  It is seen in all four corners of the earth.

Nature’s glorious act of globalization.  Naturally understood, naturally accepted, and naturally practiced.  It blesses us all.

Yet, we men remain struggling with our notions of globalization.  And so we fail to understand, we fail to accept, and we fail to practice.  It hurts us all.

One coin in the wallet.  Lingers inside the dark pocket.  Rolls to one side and back to the other.  And stays inside, idle.

One coin dropped into the piggy bank. Clinks and chinks against others.  Travels miles, travels a mile.  Crosses borders, crosses the street.

To save a man.  To save an animal.  To save a tree.

Don’t save the coin.

To the rhythmic pattering of raindrops on your rooftop.  To the melodic chirping of birds outside your window. To the soothing brushing of the breeze against your garden trees.

To the soothing music that rises when we subside our maddening clattering.

Have a relaxing weekend.

She breathes out, we breathe in.  We breathe out, she breathes in.

She breathes out our air, we breathe in her waste.  We breathe out her air, she breathes in our waste.   In natural equilibrium.

But how generous we have been lately!  Tipping the scale ever so much.  Giving her so much more than she asks for.  More than she needs –  to breathe.

And so she ails from our suffocating generosity.