Inside lost and found journals we now find...

Flowing the spirals of time. Nitched and locked in the golden line.
Peace in the unlimited bareness of open being.
No layers to hide, an open heart.
Memorized by gratitude & grace.
Your calls spring in the wind.
A time for place. A time for space.

When your being lets down its final fight - you will absolve your last fright.
Naked you cloth the sky in layers of arctulated care.

A hard turn, a calculated click. And life whirls a new trick.
Always more than before, forever changing when once there was nothing more.
Creation starts with a dream like thought.
Forging time concsious naught for bought.

Imagination will provide you with solstice, young flying farewell care free bee.
Be hearty now & laugh with glee; for all of this kingdom is for just you and me.

Free spirit weave your tale well - & remember to good care of your magic spell.
We salute you fare well.

2007-09-07
S. Chedal, Permaculture intensive course, Angel Camp, California, USA