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: