Spring Time in My Soul
This early afternoon, my husband and I, drove down to Charlottesville, VA - to spend Easter with our son. The drive down was sunny, warm, and beautiful - and cherry trees and and Bradford Pears were in full bloom upon our arrival.
Before leaving this morning, I checked my email and received a pleasant surprise. Friends in India, who have just launched a Ezine on Malayalam Literature and Arts, published a few of my poems. I reproduce them here:
Spring Time in My Soul
I sense new beginnings -
the seeds of spring
silently gestating
within my heart
and soul
buds,
noticeably evident
on limbs
impatiently waiting
to blossom
by the banks
of the river
winter ebbing -
not yet over,
though
it is already
spring time
in my soul
Transformation
Transformation
is a dance
between Being
and Becoming
The old self
was broken open
I give birth
to the True Self
In the Stillness
I come home
to the Sacred Source
Intersection
you and I
intersect
where Spirit
and matter
touch -
and where
illusion
dissolves
into
what is Real
Before leaving this morning, I checked my email and received a pleasant surprise. Friends in India, who have just launched a Ezine on Malayalam Literature and Arts, published a few of my poems. I reproduce them here:
Spring Time in My Soul
I sense new beginnings -
the seeds of spring
silently gestating
within my heart
and soul
buds,
noticeably evident
on limbs
impatiently waiting
to blossom
by the banks
of the river
winter ebbing -
not yet over,
though
it is already
spring time
in my soul
Transformation
Transformation
is a dance
between Being
and Becoming
The old self
was broken open
I give birth
to the True Self
In the Stillness
I come home
to the Sacred Source
Intersection
you and I
intersect
where Spirit
and matter
touch -
and where
illusion
dissolves
into
what is Real
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