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"Spirit"
The breath of life, the animating principle giving life to to all organisms.
In early spring I sit down on the old grass of winter and breathe in the newness rising from the earth.
In the roots, life is gathering in shy waves of power. After awhile if I breathe deeply and slowly, drinking in the watery, magical air, I feel a union with something larger, fuller, whole.
Just for a moment I move in harmony with one complex and dedicated design. I suppose that is
"Spirit" ~ The larger configuration, but so is each blade of grass my footsteps crush.
I am a grounded creature, and I must answer mail, return phone calls and deal with the daily trivia of life.Each spring, though, the grass reminds me that if it is true spirit, flesh and nature are on and the same, its also clear that at times, the connection between them falters...
With each breath though, we can absorb life, as if drawing the first breath ever, and we we sleep, we can slip away in the peaceful bliss of not knowing who we are.
Dying to the light of winter, springing fiercely into air beneath the hand of the sun, grass is deathless, eager, humble...and we, we can be that way too, but it takes great effort to forget ourselves completely enough to know this, "Spirit" is the peaceful knowing of ALL things, only
grass recalls what tracks we left as we ran forward to catch hold of our bodies on their journey thru this world.
The breath of life, the animating principle giving life to to all organisms.
In early spring I sit down on the old grass of winter and breathe in the newness rising from the earth.
In the roots, life is gathering in shy waves of power. After awhile if I breathe deeply and slowly, drinking in the watery, magical air, I feel a union with something larger, fuller, whole.
Just for a moment I move in harmony with one complex and dedicated design. I suppose that is
"Spirit" ~ The larger configuration, but so is each blade of grass my footsteps crush.
I am a grounded creature, and I must answer mail, return phone calls and deal with the daily trivia of life.Each spring, though, the grass reminds me that if it is true spirit, flesh and nature are on and the same, its also clear that at times, the connection between them falters...
With each breath though, we can absorb life, as if drawing the first breath ever, and we we sleep, we can slip away in the peaceful bliss of not knowing who we are.
Dying to the light of winter, springing fiercely into air beneath the hand of the sun, grass is deathless, eager, humble...and we, we can be that way too, but it takes great effort to forget ourselves completely enough to know this, "Spirit" is the peaceful knowing of ALL things, only
grass recalls what tracks we left as we ran forward to catch hold of our bodies on their journey thru this world.
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