a sunrise that whispers my name
with a soft light in the distance, in the east
and a sorrow that has no name grows
with the strength of each new sun
life, so beautiful
and yet so wild
and so it was that we hid in our homes
to be safe from the killing disease
and this was just as Spring returned
bringing new life to the world
you marvelous devil
If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.
Wherever you are is the perfect place to awaken. This moment is the exact place to practice compassion and loving awareness. You have all the ingredients to breathe and find freedom just where you are.
Words are what sticks to the real. We use them to push the real, to drag the real into the poem. They are what we hold on with, nothing else. They are as valuable in themselves as rope with nothing to be tied to.
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.