Heartfulness
At dusk I bend to smell the rose, and deep in its cup, a bee burrows in bliss. Twilight falls...
At dusk I bend to smell the rose, and deep in its cup, a bee burrows in bliss. Twilight falls...
It is gathered up now in my heart chamber, the sunrays on my face the birdsong kindness, the resounding silence...
I was nine in the Mulberry Tree The singing fell out of me, a pour of viriditas and joy. The...
In some Native languages, the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.”* She has been with...