Every leaf and nubile shoot
is imbued with the spirit of Her,
eternally youthful and ever-renewing.
I look up and up and inward with my child eyes
and ask Her grace upon my every gesture.
She is the aspect I appeal to in spring;
I recognize Her gentle blessing in the breezes
that regularly circulate on the wheel of my life and breath.
a poem written spontaneously in three minutes while listening to the Green Tara Mantra
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