Thursday, May 13, 2010

divine springtime

The air is full—with the fragrance of May—and it’s all in my mind—but I love it madly

The woods are alive—with lime leaves and strange birds—and it looks like a dream—but I feel it fully.

Beyond blue sky—indescribable emptiness—holds divine springtime—and lives me as lovingly.

1 comment:

  1. Yes, knowing the real from the unreal, yet here to love the show.

    Not discounting the world but knowing I made it for love.