Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Morning Zen

The time to prepare. Those things for which we gathered. The cold airs of winter drawing us in and keeping us protected. The work and the tilling of the soul. The time is now here for the release. The emerging. The soil is ready, shoots are formed. Into the fertile ground we go and grow.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

and so at one moment the gardner and the next moment the garden. . .
and as in life, the roles will change to accomodate the moment. ..
as in the parent, the teacher, the taught (the student), the listener and the listened to...
and so the soul, in the moment, in fertile ground prepared shall flurish in one season of life, and diminish in the next season....
the generations of life continue, however, the moment changes, and the season next may not produce the crop of expectation....season to season, and generation to generation....
go in peace....
namaste.
hhh
jj