' This life, this Dream'...

Ten robins walk upon my snowless lawn searching for worms..

Have they not heard that Winter is the Ruler of this time ?..

The sun shines brightly upon this winter of content..

The cats roll around on the grass in confusion and joy..

The sun sends the frequencies of Light to the northeast..

The Mother of Life called Warmth, enters the room..

I ask this Mother of manifestation,

" What is being born ?"..

Her voice is soothing and speaks of the pain of birth;

"Winter is the pain of creation until the Life called Spring is born,

Spring is always found within the thoughts of Love"..

Once again,, the word Love enters your consciousness,

this is called the mystic school...


-thomas