Panjoyah Poems
Coming Up

Our Ark continues to be built,
In secret of course
with hands of love and patience,
In the materials of the salvation
of our lives
that we cannot see,
Only feel and sense.
The seeds are all planted.
Now we water them,
send our dearest nurture
to their little Heartlings' sweet unfoldment,
Held in the Wombed soil
Warmed and weeded
by the Highest of the High
We see not the shoot nor the flower
But the food is the Best There Is.
The Gardeners grow a future
of ecstatic harvest
Where none has ever been.
Feel the movement in the ground.
The ground of Body.
Look for the green
It is coming up.

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