Soft wind blows in Spring
Flowers and butterflies sway
The sun plays all day.

Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.
Lao Tzu (via lazyyogi)

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.

poetrysociety:

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 glitter

Of 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 place

For the listener, who listens in the snow, 
And, nothing himself, beholds 
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

The world needs you. Stop being boring.

Kid President

(via lazyyogi)

Gray, blue, white quite
Snow falls softly to the ground
Peace, waiting for spring.

To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it.
Confucius (via lazyyogi)

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!!