“Spring has sprung, the grass is riz
I wonder where the birdies is.”
Spring is officially budding all around. After the dormancy and death of winter, I feel parts of myself coming back to life with nature. The soft September light, the fresh colors and the crisp fragrances flowing from the breeze induce happiness. I made a date with myself to sit alone in the sun and soak in this beautiful Spring Day. As the season changes, I remind myself of the Life/Death/Life nature of being – there are no endings, just new beginnings. I will remember this smell of jasmine, the fragility of painted china and the delicacy of blossoms.
For you wandering by, here is a cup of tea accompanied by my favorite poem (I know it’s impossible to have one really, but this one has remained prominently inscribed on my mind).
~ STAGES ~
By Hermann Hesse
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.