Soft wind blows in Spring
Flowers and butterflies sway
The sun plays all day.
Awake young one and breath,
The air only stings a little.
You know all the fields and the meadows,
And from your beating heart you must follow.
Like the stag that runs wild and free,
Your own truth you must follow.
So awake, awake from your dream.
The Snow Man / Wallace Stevens
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitterOf the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare placeFor the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
Kid President
(via lazyyogi)
Gray, blue, white quite
Snow falls softly to the ground
Peace, waiting for spring.
There’s a hollowness in angry words.
Spoken softly, and falling on dead earth.
Like a song that is sung in joy or in sorrow,
slashing the skin, ripping the marrow.
Come one and all to join in the moment
leave behind the purple gaze and stand real still
you’re now on parade.
Your senses they tingle
You’re shutting the pain,
forever you falter
start over again.
Falling like water,
returning to earth
Meeting ourselves
old life
new birth.
Crisp as the wind
so it begins
knowing our joy and our mirth.
Don’t just make dance part of your day. Make the day part of your dance!!
