Sunrise. Gentle warm essence.
Quiet waking moments. Here we three belong.
Baby Rose ~ Grand Mother ~ Geranium Flower.
Our sunroom: cozy place of births.
Wrapped round sleepy child, we greet the day.
Be our witness.
Ten months ago, here, sun burst forth as witness.
Rose newly born, radiates her precious essence.
March 11, 2017 marks that divine day.
Rose Ruby Howells: in our tribe, you belong.
Initiating many kinds of births
as new family roles emerge and flower.
Now Rosie, Mamma Willow, Enlightened Flower
called to bear witness
to unexpected births
of vital essence.
What does it mean to belong?
Innocence offers insight this day.
Tender is the day.
Pointing tiny finger at distant flower,
Rosie’s soft “mmmh” beckons, “We belong
over there, Grandma.” Maternal witness
listens. Huddled close, we stroke leafy essence.
Fragrance of sentient Geranium births.
Aromatic awakenings and interwoven births
bless this day.
Rosie delights in Geranium’s essence.
Her body encircles flower
in delicate bow of divine recognition. Witness:
in gentle reverence, we become one, all belong.
Babes know how to belong.
Giggling gurus wise to ancient births.
All witness
to one sacred origin. Each day,
greeting a forgotten flower
breathing inter-being essence.
How grounding to remember we all belong.
Each and every day.
Infinite connections. Infinite births.
In pure acceptance, we all flower.
Together we lovingly watch and witness.
Together we sing our infinite essence.