Put your feet down with pollen.
Put your hands down with pollen.
Put your head down with pollen.
Then your feet are pollen;
Your hands are pollen;
Your body is pollen;
Your mind is pollen;
Your voice is pollen.
The trail is beautiful.
Be still.
translated by Washington Matthews
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Leonard Durso 
Shit I totally love this!!!
Very happy to hear that.
A chew!
Leslie
Yes, it certainly is.
Absolutely beautiful! I love this for so many reasons and on so many levels.
Life takes us where we go, leading us by forces we feel are our own. We leave our essence where we stand. We plant what we sow. We harvest our reward and then we lay it all down again.
And, on another level, I practice organic gardening. What I give, I receive. When bounty is shared, it is multiplied. The cycle continues.
You might be interested to know that pollen was the most sacred material used in Navajo rituals. That shows how important peace was to them.
The ancient Navajo would weep loudly if the saw the damage we have done. I would join in their tears.
Tears would cause another flood, I’m afraid, if everyone who felt that way wept.
Lovely. I do feel at peace!
Then the magic formula works.
I guess so 🙂