Sunday, January 14th, 2024
Edmonton/Calgary
HARD SEASON
Ice has become crystal
Beware, for it is now brittle
Anything can break/snap
Water can’t run from the tap
It is a frozen planet
Snow assumes a blanket
A cover over land mass
Water is now glass
Snow is soft, water – hard
Movement is nil in the yard
Most entities are asleep
There’s a secret you can’t keep
It’s a whisper in the wind
Telling that Nature hasn’t sinned
She inserts a truth
With her face-biting tooth
Leaving moments to reflect
Pondering on what to reject
To simplify. Downscale
Life should not be pale
The white canvas is struck
By a brush that paints luck
A thaw will make closure
Opening up patches of clover
And a stirring once again
A cycle continues, and then?
– By Bhaktimarga Swami
MAY THE SOURCE BE WITH YOU!
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