bright messengers of Spring (here and now meditation)
I slip away to where the soul unfurls alongside the first spring flowers.
A moment, a flicker of will, a pinch of imagination — and I melt into serene unity with nature, leaving the mundane rush behind. Here, breaths grow deeper, exhales turn whisper-soft, and thoughts slow their frantic dance, shedding the weight of needless noise. Whatever storms may rage beyond — I am anchored here and now. All that exists is mind, body, and the primal dance where I become spring’s partner.
The chill breeze still carries winter’s echoes, but March sun kisses the earth with gilded rays. Light wraps around my being like a silken shroud. Flesh seems to dissolve into radiance — warmth seeping into every cell now surges outward, merging with sunlit sparks.
I am a ray caressing the meadow where snowdrops bloom skyward. I am a stem drinking the cold soil’s moisture and sunlight’s vital sap. My leaves, petals, veins — fragile bridges between two realms. I am Darkness and Light’s child, born of their eternal embrace. Is this not Love’s truest dance? Wordless. Unconditional. It needs no language — only colors splashed across thawing snow, only the tremble of a sprout straining toward life…
The wind brushes me, and I recognize an ancient companion. Then a new touch — a delicate tickle on my petal. Is it a bee, bearing my pollen in golden leg-baskets? Or a gnat weaving my essence into its flight? I no longer separate them from myself: their wings are my wings, their hum — my heart’s song.
I become the grass’s whisper and the woodpecker’s call in the distant woods. I am the spark within a dewdrop, the shadow cast upon a stone, the quiver of an aspen leaf. I am spring’s hymn, sung by every shoot, every drop of sap, every whirling pollen grain. Here and now, boundaries vanish — only life remains, flowing from form to form.
Time to return? But how can one depart from Home? I am where I’ve always been: in the roots’ murmur, the hawk’s glide, the earth’s steady breath. Here and now is no mere place. It is eternity’s heartbeat — where I am the world itself.
bright messengers of Spring (here and now meditation)
I slip away to where the soul unfurls alongside the first spring flowers.
A moment, a flicker of will, a pinch of imagination — and I melt into serene unity with nature, leaving the mundane rush behind. Here, breaths grow deeper, exhales turn whisper-soft, and thoughts slow their frantic dance, shedding the weight of needless noise. Whatever storms may rage beyond — I am anchored here and now. All that exists is mind, body, and the primal dance where I become spring’s partner.
The chill breeze still carries winter’s echoes, but March sun kisses the earth with gilded rays. Light wraps around my being like a silken shroud. Flesh seems to dissolve into radiance — warmth seeping into every cell now surges outward, merging with sunlit sparks.
I am a ray caressing the meadow where snowdrops bloom skyward. I am a stem drinking the cold soil’s moisture and sunlight’s vital sap. My leaves, petals, veins — fragile bridges between two realms. I am Darkness and Light’s child, born of their eternal embrace. Is this not Love’s truest dance? Wordless. Unconditional. It needs no language — only colors splashed across thawing snow, only the tremble of a sprout straining toward life…
The wind brushes me, and I recognize an ancient companion. Then a new touch — a delicate tickle on my petal. Is it a bee, bearing my pollen in golden leg-baskets? Or a gnat weaving my essence into its flight? I no longer separate them from myself: their wings are my wings, their hum — my heart’s song.
I become the grass’s whisper and the woodpecker’s call in the distant woods. I am the spark within a dewdrop, the shadow cast upon a stone, the quiver of an aspen leaf. I am spring’s hymn, sung by every shoot, every drop of sap, every whirling pollen grain. Here and now, boundaries vanish — only life remains, flowing from form to form.
Time to return? But how can one depart from Home? I am where I’ve always been: in the roots’ murmur, the hawk’s glide, the earth’s steady breath. Here and now is no mere place. It is eternity’s heartbeat — where I am the world itself.