I woke up to a springtime so beautiful:
Honey and trumpets on the wind,
mountain water braiding the new green of the hills,
the shush and flew of starling on the breeze.
It’s so pretty here.
It’s so pretty.
I can feel it getting under my skin.
The best mornings are the beautiful ones,
when I wake up feeling so comfortable in my body,
all my cells are humming,
I can feel something beaming out of me in all directions.
Is there a rebirth, for us too, when the seasons
change from cold to lukewarm?
Do our hearts and souls unfurl, wave in the wind,
so freshly unraveled, so kindly unspooled, that there’s a winsome curl to our every move?
Do you feel it?
“Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it.”
[Confucius]
What have you seen today?
In what way are you beaming?
In what way are you beaming?
Happy weekending to you all!
xx
Plume
