Mandela of sand and Moroccan chicken with fruits, tapioca pudding.

In thought it began as a leaf 

Days and days and days went by, me walking past and looking at it. 

Then something happened, the art, or life of it. 

It began having seeds

Then roots that grew into the top. 

And then it appeared as a lyre

With vibrations. 

Obviously alive and it was both masculine and feminine. 

It was vibration as well as  manifestation 

Then it flowered. 

That is like us. 

We are that life 

And we must 'allow' what comes to 

Be. No resistance 

Let it be,....

What is needed so we may also flower. 

So that all will flower and see the 

perfection. Be that. 

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And here is chicken dinner. 

Tagine. 

And dessert.