And the flowers of the fields are
only there for a short time. Light but important poems, you could miss them.
The Bible knows they do not strive and sweat. Oh, flowers and fields. Get down
like an insect swirling in the summer heat and look up to the undersides and
the sky with chunky cumulus and the crows that circle around the loam. I saw a
hawk, smallish for a hawk, alight on a post. It went this way and that a bit
and then found its footing. We are all like that but won’t find a sure footing.
The Bible knows. It says that man has nowhere to rest his head. I think about
that and the hawks and the flowers of the fields. About the ACIM and its smart
blue cover and perfect pages. It felt not bad or good but so very weird, the
ACIM. How many texts can one read? This one laughs at that one and the other
esteems the other and so on and so on. Like people. And the houses wear
shingles that make up a design on their hats and the rocks, - sugalite,
howlite, amethyst, ametrine, malachite, rose quartz, jasper, angel stone, ruby,
and hundreds of others are all out in the world. They live in pockets and on
sills, around plants and in soil and mason jars and gardens. Sometimes they are
around flowers. Maybe even the flowers of the fields. Sometimes the flowers of
the fields show up as yellow and other times they are white. Purple happens
also. Yes the flowers of the fields. It looks as if the storm has trampled them
down with over-watering. It seems as if the early frost might get to them. Oh,
there is a dog and a series of strong winds in the dawn. But the afternoon sun
warms all, melts away the water, and subdues the animated animals. Then, for a
few hours, for a little while longer, - the flowers of the fields reach lightly
up and enjoy their being. The flowers of the fields.
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