MAY, YOU BLOSSOM.

On Tuesday, May 6, 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

May, you blossom, burgeoning to burst forth. Walking in rapt peace, one with the new warm waves of wild lilac perfumed air.

May, you manifest magnanimous magnificence,

countering the current climate of counterfeit contrived catastrophy. May you weather the war waged by the wicked and wilful for want of your wisdom.

May you be showered with confetti from flowering fruit bearing trees and stay true to the good red road. Letting darkness dissipate and sink in some distant swamp.

May Mother Earth's rolling thunder bring an end to all despotic sociopathic plunder of ever undulating green Eden, and rivers run clean and redeemed.

May the plant populated planet profusely proliferate new green shoots after the dust has died down and the wreckage of rival rockets rotted into rust be but a red stain of raw rueful remembrance.

While, "a wet and windy May, no good for making hay," they say, and to make it more clear this time of the year,"make hay while the sun shines" and i say, "why make such a proverbial big deal of the obvious?"

Like, you don't have to be 'The Borg' to thrive like a hive, it can be quite pleasant to be your own peasant. Be kind to the bee or no honey in tea. Just walk away from the feudal array, not just be a gathering of nuts in May. May you not get a clout before May is out.

You may say that i'm a dreamer, but i'm not the only one to imagine all the people living life in peaceful pursuits leisurely among their own allotments like any sane culture.

Tending their own abundance without uninvited interference, and not becoming overtaxed by oligarchs who don't even live there and can't even mind their own business.

May you never lose your temper when you get in a bar room fight, may you never lose your loved ones overnight.

I'm waiting, if there is such a thing as 'waiting', even for a well seasoned waiter, for the May Blossom to bloom.

For its dotted and clotted blossoms to pervade the air with the full flavour of its heady scent.

The lush leaved branches loaded creamy white,

with the clear deep blue leaking through. To mirror billowing piled pillows of bright white mountainous cumulus cluster.

Hope springs eternal? Well Spring always is, as is everything. The fullness is the thing, focus on fertility and abundance and don't forget, what you affirm and feed, you get.

When bare attention bears witness, come what may, and like Buddha, or La Mona Lisa, not alone in silent knowing, harmonious enthusiasm sublime, has an inner smile.

The inner smile is just the sun, shining, as it does, from within, through the windows of the soul. Even though doubtful thoughts cast shadows, moving slowly across the face of the land.

Yet all the while, the inner smile. The long grass and the blossoms momentarily shaded but barely ruffled and few petals fall. When they do, it's still within the song of cycles and seasons.

May you blossom come what may. Blossoms blown along your way.~

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    MAY, YOU BLOSSOM, martin law, 2014