As another golden sunset draws the day nearer to an end, I muse…
What could I possibly offer in oblation to Mother Nature that would be worthy of such an event?
Dearest Mother Nature, ever gracious in her magnificence
She who has everything yet, ever selfless, offers up every morsel, every atom in plumbless generosity
Maybe such musings on my part are fruitless
Maybe it is simply my volition to embrace my dharma
Accept what is, and
Follow the light of Love to the golden sunset within, and
Merge in its effulgence
The Selfless Mother
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