prophets of spring
arriving on the winds of migration
shimmering with rhythms of life
stop look and listen
(Prothonotary & Blackburnian Warblers)
between in-breath and out-breath
in the stillness of balance
in the whirling of worlds
live myths that never were and always are
Persephone'e eternal return
bringing spring
and renewal
in a field of nowhere
— now here—
between radiant presence
and fertile voidness
a mackerel sky
a seed for contemplation:
we
harden
the heart
of separate-self
ego
when we need to be
right
may we soften and flower like a winter bloom
tender heart of compassion—
nourishing
protecting
strong
like water
egret
mountain
sky
an invitation
to rest
in beauty
Om
I rest
deeply
within
myself
Svaha