The Beloved is back in the mountains.
Nature is blooming. The snow is still on the mountain-tops.
Tears are falling.
Hearts are melting, with the last snow.
Unexpected, he gave us the gift of Satsang.
Again. Sitting at his Feet.
Again. Blooming in his Light.
Again. Melting in his Love.
Becoming flowing water. In his Grace.
Again. And always New.
Seeing his Face, is always for the first time.
Still, it was always here. From before we were born.
From before time.
And this birdsong… This birdsong… Among the flowers…