An Anticipation of Spring
The day dawns beautifully and magnificently, and I drive, for the first time in months, to meet friends I worked with a decade ago, with my window down...
I breathe in the wonderful air bursting with prana - the very life force of God, its freshness, heralding the anticipation of spring...
I enjoy shared laughter over a fine meal, and re-connect with vibrant spirits I have not seen in a while, remembering the fun we have had in the past...
I come home, and go on a wonderful walk, the sun shining not only in my body, but in my heart, as I register, not only the anticipation of the coming spring, but the celebration tomorrow, of Paramahansa Yogananda's Mahasamadhi. I look forward to meditating on the anniversary of his transition...
In one week, we have gone from receiving several inches of snow, to having a teaser of the coming season. March comes in like a lion - will it leave like a lamb?
The snow is mostly gone, but there are little puddles of it here and there. I reverently bend down and touch the coldness of one small white patch, hidden in a spot that the sun's rays does not reach it...Tomorrow it may not be there, dying as a result of warmer temperatures, to give birth to new rising, and the new emerging season...
And I too, arise, from the agony of my soul's long dark night...
I breathe in the wonderful air bursting with prana - the very life force of God, its freshness, heralding the anticipation of spring...
I enjoy shared laughter over a fine meal, and re-connect with vibrant spirits I have not seen in a while, remembering the fun we have had in the past...
I come home, and go on a wonderful walk, the sun shining not only in my body, but in my heart, as I register, not only the anticipation of the coming spring, but the celebration tomorrow, of Paramahansa Yogananda's Mahasamadhi. I look forward to meditating on the anniversary of his transition...
In one week, we have gone from receiving several inches of snow, to having a teaser of the coming season. March comes in like a lion - will it leave like a lamb?
The snow is mostly gone, but there are little puddles of it here and there. I reverently bend down and touch the coldness of one small white patch, hidden in a spot that the sun's rays does not reach it...Tomorrow it may not be there, dying as a result of warmer temperatures, to give birth to new rising, and the new emerging season...
"The rose garden of love
is rising from the world's agony."
- Rumi
is rising from the world's agony."
- Rumi
And I too, arise, from the agony of my soul's long dark night...
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