To My Youngs Poem by Michael Maxwell Steer

O my darlings, nothings matters more
to me than knowing of your health and growth.
If wishes can empower, then all I wish
is that your adult self discovers how to
weave and reunite the magic of your
birth self into a spirit soul with power
to manifest the natural wholeness every
human carries deep within hir heart.

This journey of discovering our roots
is one which humans have to make to learn
what every other life form knows from birth,
the tension, love and awe of natural
existence boundaried by circumstances.

To us alone are given living choices -
and yet fulfillment only comes when all
intentional pathways of decision making
are imbued with surrender to a oneness
of simplicity and harmony.

So little we can alter in our given
path across the surface of the planet:
and often the more we try the more we fail.
What alone is given to every human
is to give the gift of love to those
we gave the gift of life itself.

Imagine is you will the love cascading
to us from the stars, and fling your arms
as wide as any tree to catch the magic.
Imagine is you will the energy
of love encoded in each field and hedge,
where every living thing desires to tell you
its exuberant life history.


24/10/2008