The Flowers You Send Are Grown In You.

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The Flowers You Send Are Grown In You

 

Nothing is going on here but Love.

Nothing can ‘go on’ but Love.

Nothing can remain but love.

This is the now and ever.

When you don't get this, you still get This.

So play this tune well, like you know it.

 

God is the only Valentine message you can open,

and that envelope and content is you.

We are all flying together like bees to nectar,

carrying that nectar as ourselves,

sending flowers and love letters

consciously or sleepily.

Don't try to figure out Love.

Its a four letter word

just do it.

 

Eat an apple every day,

you belong to the whole apple tree,

and you make the whole orchard grow.

Gather rose buds, and may

your dreams always be tomorrow's blossoms

opened today.

Work hard, and do nothing

make haste and relax,

Life keeps turning

like a solemn drunk

looking for a suitable place to sit a spell.

Bet your sweet ass

that the only rest you get will be Love.

 

Somebody comes in and goes out.

Nothing changes, except Loves changing rooms.

The supreme and serene Buddha of Mind,

is openly longing to make love to you

in all the ways you thought too naughty to be real.

Yet they are, and you are just this Love still.

 

Valentines

are gifts from the miracle of Love to itself.

Open one today in your heart

and be happy that Love is all there is.

The flowers you send are grown in you.

Make hay in your sweethearts field.

Be the harvest and the seed.

Love is all you need,

and you are it, and Love is Real.

 

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.