Set down the baggage, take off the blinders.
See for yourself
This very place is the valley of the Endless Spring.
This very body is the body of the universe.
….John Daido Loori
everything is particularly alive today….like any day with a crisp edge & a hungry heart….a visceral affirmation of being home on this earth…open to the full experience of life….self-deception set aside momentarily…sensitive & tender to the nuances of sky & bark & trail….
the cat follows the sunny patches around the house…he’s so warm….
White Flowers
Last night
in the fields
I lay down in the darkness
to think about death,
but instead I fell asleep,
as if in a vast & sloping room
filled with those white flowers
that open all spring,
sticky & untidy,
in the warm fields.
When I woke
the morning light was just slipping
in front of the stars,
& I was covered
with blossoms.
I don’t know
how it happened-
I don’t know
if my body went diving down
under the sugary vines
in some sleep-sharpened affinity
with the depths, or whether
that green energy
rose like a wave
& curled over me, claiming me
in its husky arms.
I pushed them away, but I didn’t rise.
Never in my life had I felt so plush,
or so slippery,
or so resplendently empty.
Never in my life
had I felt myself so near
that porous line
where my own body was done with
& the roots & the stems & the flowers
began.
….Mary Oliver
may the luscious thirst of soul hunger lead you home, too….
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To know the realm of the soul with surrendering to death is the poets dream…
Yes….driving our hearts into the realm of soul…..the poets know how to elevate & then surrender….thanks! And as a poet….you know this well……
True – for clarity I meant ‘without death’ dang tablets can’t type on them at all!
Makes this even more interesting!…I still think there’s a presence with the poet-soul….a wonderful engagement with the present…..with/without death….fun typo:)
Your posts always feel like a hug. ❤
What a lovely thing to say:) Thanks so much…..
wow, profound beauty! Thank you, it is a sweet day! 🙂
Much love,
Jason
Thanks Jason……inspiration flows around……enjoy….
Spring. My favorite time of the year! Even though we got snow today in my little part of Colorado the trees are budding. The grass is turning green. The birds are coming back. Mother Earth is waking from a long cold sleep and life is everywhere. With that life comes the promise of re-birth and hope.
Thank you for reminding me
Re-birth & hope….yes, that’s nature’s reminder isn’t it?…that all is well…there is a ‘plan’….that’s where this ‘elation’ of the changing seasons emerges….thanks for sharing where you are in the cycle…..I don’t think you need to be reminded….observantly aware….you have so much to look forward to….it’s good to share….
Perhaps being “reminded” isn’t as important as ximply knowning that others see the same signifinace 🙂
Indeed…..I guess that’s part of why nature is so powerful…..we all can share its gifts….
I am still moved by the absolute splendor of the poem “White Flowers”. I is completely enthralling and beautiful. Thank you so much, Love to you, Linda
I know….I love her work…..she hits the soft spot every time….she sends my fledgling feelings about springtime into a whole new realm….thanks Linda…..hope you’re enjoying your springtime, too…
I love what you have done with the flower image, coupled with the quote from john daido loori is perfect for spring.
Thank you for commenting…his book, ‘The Zen of Creativity’ is quite inspirational…
excellent – wish we could all see that “this body is the body of the universe”…God bless & love always..
anil
One basic fallacy in thinking is the idea of separateness….when we come ‘home’ to inter-being, it always feels right….thanks for sharing Anil….