When you see the pink blossoms unfurl,
their five petals cupped around light,
yellow stamens, soft leaves budding
form new growth, your heart can’t help but open
to the notes tumbling
through the air. Mistletoe wedded
to a branch puts forth its spiraling green,
whiffs of heady scent rise from
wisteria gone wild in riotous glory
up and down every oak, bay, fir, and ;plum
lining the lane, each upright
petal shimmering like a fire-
then you have touched heaven and all
you touch is now made whole.
going for a long walk and then listening to great music and resting…..no? but it’s a sweet (the sweetest) memory….
inquiry for today~ where are you pulled away from the task at hand into sweet reverie?
Like light in the sun
spilling out of the sun,
the spirit within
beams its way
through all our cracks
till our most treasured
walls come down.
The coming down
of those walls is the
blessing we crave
The coming down of
those walls- so the light
of the soul like the light
of the sun can help the
world grow- this is
the call of calls.