Precious

[cindy paulos]

Precious

Precious is the Life force

Of all that is alive in the fields of time

Precious is the matter

That holds the awakening dream divine.

 

Precious is the Spirit

beyond the mind confines,

That weaves this energy of creation

In an infinite space and time.

 

The Spirit that lives in the breath we breathe

That gives life to this magic in the moment

we choose to give and receive.

 

Precious is the love,

The magnet that draws us here.

So we might always return to plant

The seeds of Life so we may learn to care.

 

Precious is the purpose

that  holds us through the spinning dream.

and so precious is the merging

 of our hearts and minds to hold the key.

 

how do you plan to save all sentient beings

and every living thing

when the bud within the Buddha blossoms

to be one with the Creator

and is lost in a million pieces of the puzzle

that is waiting here to be complete.

 

and to all the precious sentient Beings

who were saved and then showed the way

and to all those who watched on the side lines

of the Game of Life and the Power Play.

 

Bow your head at the alter

Of the precious flower of life

That shines like a jewel  as an offering

with the fire God so precious in the Love of Life.