for some reason, or for
no reason at all hold on
to winter's deep freeze
sleeping in is possible
in cold, quiet rooms
above the clatter of the world
we hesitate to bloom
as we transition in between worlds;
closing the heavy oak doors
allowing the soft forgiving pine
light doors of spring- swinging open
everything glistening in the thawing
no one but buddha knows
nothing is ever a waste of time
as it brings us to everything
our bellies floating down rivers
witnessing new blue birds
as we rebirth our spring selves
lotus core bursts song
amplified by floating for so long
river bank grabs us as we wake
it's the earth that wants us
to be reminded- we must sing
out of tune, welcomed beyond brave
Kate Lamberg
local daffs~photo by Kate Lamberg~
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