Poems from the Path
Dr. Ruey Ryburn, author
SACRED PATH HEALING The Flowering. In the wee hours of night Comes belief that fear, despair, darkness, And even death hold dominion over light. Let me breathe in the Mother from my root. Fill me now. Let me surrender to the tender, Exquisite opening of my heart. Let me send pain and delusion to my third eye, Until my I meets God's eye, And let me flower, Showering sweet, golden rain. Upon each cell and aspect of my being; Transforming to the knowing that l Am.