Findhorn Magic
Transformation
Fresh breezes blow across my arid land,
Inspiring green new growth of love and life;
New trees seemingly spring up in the sand,
Dematerializing any strife.
Hot sunshine warms the soles of my cold feet,
Out-glowing little sparks in my heart,
Reaching parts that others can never meet;
No winds to shake my tranquil world apart…
Seeds can be sown in peaceful times like this;
Mother Earth bestows blessings on her child,
As nature gives each her most gentle kiss,
Guiding the world-weary in from the wild.
Into a new awareness of being,
Consciousness leaps to new ways of seeing.