Immersed in the beauty
of spring green leaves and blooming flowers,
of bumble bees and enchanting birds,
we recall that they all do their natural thing.
Unconsciously.
Carefully guided to open our hearts
in exploring our boundaries
with ourselves, with our friends,
we realize that boundaries are not natural.
They are meant to vanish,
so we too can become natural,
and flow into the flower,
fly with the chanting birds,
roam with the blissful bumble bees.
Consciously.
Opening and taking this in,
we realize that even the blissful spring
is just a shade of who we really are.
In the silent space between all we perceive,
our Beloved is. Love is.
This is the nectar we imbibe
at the feet of our Master.
Beyond any beautiful, blissful spring.
