To those who have come to expect more frequent postings from me, I apologize for failing to post anything of substance since mid-February. Simply put, it's been one of those hectic periods in which travel and the demands of domestic life have left little time for other pursuits.
That said, I hope to return to more frequent postings, beginning today with a couple of lovely poems that I have stumbled across in recent days. Each of these poems seems to capture the spirit of renewal that is resonating deeply with me on this Easter Day.
Look, it's spring. And last year's loose dust has turned
into this soft willingness. The wind-flowers have come
up trembling, slowly the brackens are up-lifting their
curvaceous and pale bodies. The thrushes have come
home, none less than filled with mystery, sorrow,
happiness, music, ambition.
And I am walking out into all this with nowhere to
go and no task undertaken but to turn the pages of
this beautiful world over and over, in the world of my mind.
Therefore, dark past,
I'm about to do it.
I'm about to forgive you
What Do We Know: Poems and Prose Poems
Do not try to save the whole world or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life
and wait there patiently,
until the song that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know how to give yourself
to this world
so worth the rescue.
HAPPY EASTER TO EVERYONE!