Wednesday, April 6, 2011

First Spring

The sap is rising in the maple and the birch and the oak.

The wet ground is alive with sprouts, worms and insects.

The birds echo throughout the neighbourhood today.

I am the tree, energy is rising in me.

The buds of creation are growing in my mind.

Small purple, yellow and white flowers are showing their pretty faces

On the canvas of my life.

It’s my first spring

The first time I can feel nature’s awakening in my own being.

I raise my voice to the skies

In joy and thanksgiving,

In playfulness,

In the plenitude of oneness with my own creation.

Today, dreams are unfolding.

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