[Thespiritexpress] Poem read at Mastery

[balldinger]

Gorgeous poem, Riantee! A wonderful gift to your grandson, as well as those of us with whom you've shared it. Grateful.~ Ed BalldingerSent from my Verizon, Samsung Galaxy smartphone
-------- Original message --------From: Riantee Rand via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org> Date: 9/8/21  11:17 AM  (GMT-07:00) To: thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org Subject: [Thespiritexpress] Poem read at Mastery The Child – To Zaryth
my grandsonI use ‘it’ when I
refer to the Child because, like God, the Child has no gender. It is a powerful
archetype, the Child in all of us, also maybe one of our neighbor’s kid. What are we offering to the appetite of a young child intent
on discovery,the Child curious of everything?That Child who, like a butterfly, a sauntering little elf, a
deva, a plant spiritexplores its new world, inhaling the energy, soaking in the
joy. What do we give that Child?What picture of our world do we offer it now? At this
instant? The Child in Its unsteady wanderingsinitiates a constant return to the knowing of the plant
kingdom––a knowing on all levels, even those humanity does not yet
know–– the miracle of creation in each blade of grass,  each dandelion seed floating in the wind, each iridescent dragonfly.
. . In Its discovery adventure the Child absorbs the knowledge that
every flower, every leaf, every rock, every object, every creature of the
forestencompasses the creation of all worlds. Do we want to give the Child a ready made-picture, a
stereotype,or a picture made of soft clay that It can remodel at all
time into Its own creation, allowing everything It comes acrossto be the revelation of every instant?  The Child hear the whispering that reveals the interactions,
the transmission of energies, the cooperation that brings to
completionthe most exquisite fruit or flower, grass or mycelia, each with
a story to tell: “It was my choice,” the plant tells the Child, “I had to decipher what exact combination would bring on, the nature, the shape, the color, the role I wanted to play on the canvasses humans offered, and produce my best
creation.My likes and dislikes, my preferences had to be taken into
account,my weaknesses I displayed shamelessly to get the human to serve
me.‘Give me just the right environment, the right combination
of energies,’ I tell my human gardener, ‘and I will provide you who has given me an identity, a
name, with perfect beauty and deliciousness.And I get exactly what I need at all times, in all
circumstances,because it’s a gift that comes with the acknowledgment of universal
perfection.’”   As for myself, the only true gift I can offer a child is to allow and
support the discovery that takes It to the world of Its own true
inner, and the pure beauty of that outer world It creates at each
moment.And I will pave this path with the most delicious care I can
offer: the gift of unity, the giving and receiving as one. As I explore the illusion with the curiosity of the Child  It shows me that my heart sings the language of unity at all
timesand that I am here to learn to hear it.,  
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