Symphony of Persephone

Drinking red wine as a downward shift A shift toward slowing down to see, the softer side of her Things that go bump in the night, with sweet clattering sounds but oft go unnoticed by the rushed mind of brutes Yes – it may look like a moss-covered forest to you, young lady But in reality, you are walking in the quantum field of God And you are yourself, no small nook For you too, are part of that quantum field of love A good spring day, is all you need to find yourself Find that place in the woods, where wines taste best And begin to sample your own soul with happy libation under the wild branches of her loveliness And let yourself be enthralled and dismantled by the Spirit of the Wood Enthralled too, by Nature’s never-ending spirit of wanderlust And let us throw ourselves complete into the breach of Nature’s Glory Planting our seed with Persephone's blessing, To outpace the slow measured rhythm of time and the long faltering shadows – that creep behind us ~/~