Posted by: Zane Maser | October 9, 2016



The nature of soil
is barren, rocky, fertile,
described the Master.

As life commences,
humans feel alone, apart
from the care of Source.

In the ground they toil,
only to find it barren.
What crop can grow here?

Hopeless, it all seems fruitless.

Time passes slowly,
fewer rocks found amidst soil.
Nourishment is gained.


Trusting more, the Way is smoothed.

There’s Something bigger.
Soil is alive, rich, ready.
Seeds of Truth seek Light.

The lens of Awareness clears.


Those who look through matter into Spirit
really know the mystery of the unreal and the Real.
Paramahansa Yogananda, Master of all types of soil, especially spiritual

Other Spiritual Offerings:

• Fallowness

• Inner Climate

• Apply! Apply! Apply!

• Choose Your Fork Of The Path

• It’s All Your Choice

• Constant Care


Haiku poem © by Zane Maser, 2016. Photos gratefully used from Wikimedia Commons. The photo of the plowed field is attributed to Kate Jewel of the Geograph UK project. All 2009-2016 rights of Zane Maser and SunnyCat Astrology reserved worldwide.

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My editorial guru and technological wizard is Chris Maser, my stupendous husband.

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