Sing to me of ancient days. Of golden white palaces, and lotus blossoms floating on crystal clear waters.
Of gentle breezes with the soft scent of incense caressing my cheek. Of enchanted forest glens and cool mountain lakes teeming with shimmering fish, of sparkling grapes heavy on the vine and the sun dazzling off rocks by the ocean’s shore.
Sing to me of white haired priestess, their amber stone combs glittering in the moonlight. Of rolling green hills among the apple trees, its fruit ripening into sweet ecstasy.
Sing to me of birds and their sweet songs, and the owl’s cry long into the night. Sing to me, O blessed Stone of Sight!
(Morning Meditation With White Selenite)
Xoxo Rev. Donna