Sweet
My life smells sweet
like the fragrance of my grandson’s head
and the needles on the Christmas tree.
I send messages of goodness and beauty
out to the cosmos, and when they return,
I receive them deeply
that I may once again recycle the energy,
to not only flow along in the stream of love,
but to be the stream.
And when I pay attention, I notice
the echoes of love’s presence,
beating my heart and speaking my voice.
Gentleness touches and restores me to stillness,
to the home where I belong,
to nurture and life-giving-receiving-sharing.
Then I become the stillness and
gentleness flows through and from me.
So again I discover, claim and know
love is all there is and
love is oh so very more than enough.