For those of us in the northern hemisphere it is the time of the return of green. The time when seeds that have weathered the winter begin to stir... feeling the pull of gravity to set roots, and the call of the sun to move towards the light...
Here in Big Sur the land is shouting out "green, green, green"
THE SUN NEVER SAYS
Even
After
All this time
The sun never says to the earth,
“You owe Me.”
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the
Whole
Sky.
~Hafiz
2 comments:
In the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
Where all the creatures
So dry and lonely
might appreciate the effort.
Kimya Dawson
hey, thanks Lee, for you poem/comment on the beautiful sunny Easter Sunday.
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