Stripped of Myself
Oh, the pleasure is in peace
In flowers for the spring
In the rain’s soft offering
And hours of flight and calm
The uncertain harvest of nature
About to get into full bloom
That’s beauty, anticipation
Of perfect trees and dilating suns
And stars lost in their orchard of lights
The suddenness of God
As if reserved for only
A few days a year,
In this mortality
Nature is divine
And I am sacred too
O to behold the ghosts
Of love when nothing else is known
And beauty, when truth
No longer has the power
To rectify a life.
Stripped, I’m starting to
Float free, an unleafed
Orphan, a heart
Broken until this moment
I know nothing about
Giving myself back to life.
Wuji Seshat 
Intoxicating words. Makes you feel heady with the promise and anticipation of what is unfolding before us. Thank you.
If you feel even half as intoxicated as I feel when writing, then I’ve done my job I suppose Krysia! 🙂 Have a beautiful weekend you.
Thank you you too!
I blame Spring! by far by far my favorite season…