https://www.treesisters-nest.org/posts/10647985 The naked new In the birth canalPoised to becomeHeld in a prism of potentialUnknown to selfUnknown to the worldBut intact, Armed with love,Ready. ‘What am I?’ said the Self..Honeysuckle laced with dew,Candle wax and frogspawn,Rainbows and lily pads,Piano keys and the wet mudof the potters wheel.You are it all,You are life. ‘But what comes next?’ Read more about Lunar New Year[…]
And frozen earth
But now the birds are singing at 3am. life is stirring above and below ground,roots are starting to tingle. They are laying the foundations That will provide the stability.
Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things,this is the best season of your life. by Wu Men Hui-k’aiEnglish version by Stephen Mitchell
Spring stirs St Brigid and her magic cloak St Brigid of Kildare or Brigid of Ireland (c. 451-525) is one of Ireland’s patron saints along with Saints Patrick and Colm Cille. Her feast day is 1 February or Imbolc, the traditional first day of spring in Ireland. She is believed to have been an Irish Read more about Imbolc – In the belly & St Brigid’s day[…]
Coming out of the quiet One lone sprig of holly moisture hanging heavy on bare winter branches a black cat seeking warmth on my lap The blue tits are nesting.
Forerunners. a month ahead of their time. their trumpets heralding spring
One month past winter solstice and spring beckons