Spring rain can set the woods aflame
With that most gentle and successful fire
That lights with life itself the bark that slept
In meditation, waiting
Green fire as intense and yet diffuse as love
That quickens and yet calms
More constant than the moon and stars
In transformation, waking.
I’ve walked the forests in the sun
And dreamt the dreams of these warm trees
Their leaves so firm and quaking
I’ve kicked the brown mold on the ground
To send its scent, ascending.
But it’s in the warmish rain of spring
With the whole world still and waiting
This softest fire sets alight
A deep internal reckoning.
This green must burn my heart to ash
No separation lasting
It’s soft blaze sears away all lies
Its beauty, unrelenting
Whew, wow I feel the energy of this powerful piece, even in my bones. The cycles without, mirroring the cycles within. The life/death/life/death/life repeated as a constant within the course of our lives as it is a constant of the life cycles of the earth. You have captured the essence of this, beautifully.
Thanks to you for taking the time to read this and thanks to the energy that feeds us.
Love,
Toni
I can only thank the energy that feeds us and send you love. Thank you for taking the time to read this.