There is a sweet smell that comes in sweet, incense from a different time,

from another world, where I was at peace, where I was loved.

A time I had forgotten,a time I remember.

A calm day, in the shade on the earth we sit.

Now, in meditation free of mind centering always comes.

Clarity in this peace.

The world outside was the prairie. 

Indians and warriors.

I was snatched from my mothers breast.

The smell was mothers milk with incense.

I was snatched from my mothers breast.

The smell was mothers milk with incense.

Sweet memory returns of that time of peace.

Red clover takes me back to a parallel life where I remember a life without the anxiety and restlessness that followed.

I start the search to be loved again, I cling to love that is not love.

It is hope, it is wishful, it is illusion.

A kind person will do. I settle for less.

Red clover helps mr return to my center while being hustled on a horseback. 

I feel the earth, I smell the comfort of milk and incense.

I see the plumes coming form the pipes being smoked.

I am home. I am safe. I am free.

I passed the test and find my true power. A life with no fear returns.

In this moment.