The Gardener-A poem by Jim Hawks

He planted us here on earth In this world all is provided We are like seeds waiting to germinate When we know who we are When we see through all that is false That there is a divine magnetism that pulls us to our truth Through the entangled vines of choosing We break...

Divine Thought-A poem by Jim Hawks

From pleasure came pain Tears turn to rain Spirit into the ground Once lost now found Blooms a flower Show of divine power Fragrance of life To overcome strife Thought divine Once was mine Mother gives birth From naught comes worth...