Fairly Daily Posts

Spring

Continuing to write and finding one’s way
through becomes the work, the practice,
the sacred trust.

Moving forward through the words,
the sounds, the images, creates a day
filled with mystery and resonation.

There is a sound to be listened to,
it vibrates above and below
the everyday sound that most listen to.
It is a qualifier in that it brings with it
its own illumination.

We are here to hear, to see, touch,
taste, and feel the immensity of all
that is becoming around us, as we
ourselves are becoming.

We have broken through the layers
of deep rich soil and have come into
the brisk unfolding of spring.
With it, our sight becomes accustomed
to the new around us, as well as the
familiar placed within its new space.

Each day is new and different, each
season is new and different, and each
year follows suit.

What could possibly make us think
we are the same, even though we are
so very familiar to ourselves?

The walls open, the roof lifts off,
and we climb out of one chrysalis
and into a world busy drying our wings
and providing branches for us to hold
onto.

Today is a day of sensing the air,
the light and the sound outside.

© 2006 Robert Otto