Pandora#3 Pandora Takes Me By The Hand,
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oh the colours
the flowers
i can't believe the intensity
i start running
through
the poppies
the marigolds
the primroses
the grass
the forget-me-nots,violets and lavender
ahhh
so lovely
all the flowers
greet me
as i tumble down
dive into them
absorb them through all my senses
like sacred incense
the Flowers of the Divine
envelop me
in their sweet fragrance
i lie on my back
in Pandora's Meadow
i sink into her flowery ocean
into Her
Mother of Mothers
all-giving
all-loving
She comes
and takes me by the hand
we stroll
through the Meadow
its golden hue
warmness in my veins
each flower Her messenger
Pandora smiles
"Let's sit under this Tree
Listen...
to the bell-ringing Freedom!
Listen...
to the golden-silver Light!
Listen...
to the forgotten Truth!
Take my Floral Messengers
to your Sisters
to your Brothers
to Them
to your Loved-Ones
to your Ones-That-You-Love-Less
And they shall know
I am the All-Giving
The All-Loving"
i close my eyes
as Pandora fades
a mist falls slowly
upon the Meadow
i lie down
under the tree
grateful and at peace
"Thank you, Mother, thank you..."
I'd like to dedicate this poem and the other 2 poems about Pandora here on the blog to firstly my dear Sister and Mentor, Moni Vangolen, and secondly, to my Sisters from the Women's Satsang in Vancouver and the Women's Satsang de Mujeres Online, both meetings held by Moni, and thirdly, to YOU.
I'm so grateful to have you in my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
If you would like to know more about the Satsang Meetings, please visit Moni's webpage: https://www.monivangolen.com/
Here is an excerpt from the Women's Satsang Online #11:
