her soul feels so thirstyher spirit is parched and dry
she comes to the fountain in fernwood
and drinks a mystery there
the ancient seed within her
she waters with her tears
and though it still is winter
a tiny bud appears
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ah, am waiting patiently for those buds... but all in it's own time.
Your mandala is a feast for my eyes!!! thanks :-)
Your mandalas are beautiful - thank you for sharing!
beautiful words and image, filled with possibility.
So beautiful..with such an exotic flavor
Oh my Stacey... this mandala is exquisite as are the words...which you have a beautiful way with :)
Your inspiration is on tap!
cheers! ~Cheryl
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