The power of the ancients still grows,
in the wisdom that the old oak knows,
with a center that’s strong and true,
branches reaching for what’s new,
roots digging the earth that’s old,
religion, philosophies, prose . . .
gathering all until mistletoe,
like a new thought begins to grow,
the love that is reflected through the highest attunment,
showers blessings like acorns in the evolution of spirit.
– melanie robinson
