~The Immortal~

I spend the morning at ease in my garden

A small fire of oak and dried palm mixes the salt-marsh air with sweet smoke

In silence I can hear the stirring of the world

It is spring again and the plants and the birds are making the most of it

The trees watch over us, content

My companions are happy

      We share in the warm energy that is our awareness of God

It has been exactly nineteen years since Master Steve taught me how to transform __________ into radiant Golden Mandalas

Master Paul told me that I could keep them if I gave them away

~The Immortal~

(Apr2026)