Mary Summer Rain

My heart, far too sensitive
for this human world.
My heart, so easily wounded,
sheds rose tears of compassion.

See not perfection in self.
Seek it not in others.
One being a false perception
The other, an endless quest.

Violence is never random.

I saw a man who was depressed his whole life
while he continually labored at pulling up the persistent
Weeds of his light.

And I saw his neighbor accept the humble
Weed's existance while he cultivated them
for healing and called them Blessings.

May your Faith be as enduring
as the high Rocky Mountains
And may your Love have the depths
of blue Colorado skies.

Butterflies are free.
They flit peacefully amid
the meadow wildflowers.
Beauty is theirs forever.

A person's beautiful Wings are too oft con-
fined within the Cocoon of Self. Until one's
binding perception of the physical self is shed, that
one will never fly free in the Light of Truth
That one will never unfold and spread wide the
radiant Wings of her gossamer Spirit.

They who seek the Perfect Friend
walk the Path Without End.

If you truly dwell within Acceptance,
you are wityout two things-
Expectations and Disappointments.

Great civilizations have annihilated themselves
when the development of their spiritual wisdom
lagged far behind their scientific technology.

We need to walk softly, for though we have
tread upon the surface of the moon, we have
remained bigots and arrogant egotists.

Walk softly, for history repeats its self with little provacation.

The shining totality of the Collective Wisdom
cannot be accepted,
nor even truly approached,
until one's conceptual
dogmatic confines are shed and one willfully
transcends all the clinging traditional systems
presently percieved as truth.