Little blade of grass,
what a Teacher you are,
reminding me to remember.
your roots quietly going down in
How easily you grow, surrendering.
The warm brown earth is there for you
as the two of you embrace,
creating a beautiful world.
not just of your making,
but merging into the oneness of the grower
As I sit in Silence, webbed by pain,
I sink into the warm earth inside myself,
to the Oneness, the Lover, the Grower;
the Lover becoming One
in my surrender to Silence.
the smallest leaf becomes a thing of wonder
and a blade of grass
a sign of God’s perfection.
Thank you, little blade of grass,
for sitting with me
and helping me remember.