Beautiful Morning,CB
Mild wet early spring morning in Seattle,
birds singing about last nights news,
willows sprouting, a re borning,
very pleasant walk in silence.
Always reading, I had remembered
some lines that I forgot , got stirred,
almost as much fun to find these things,
always distracted by other words, verses looking
for it, and I found it,
its a simple navajo song:
The Earth, its life am I
The Earth, its body is my body.
The Earth, its thoughts are my thoughts.
So thats a good start and Keith Jarret playing
"Changeless" and this cup of coffee particularily tasty
and I'll leave this portion of Baudelaire as I'm off to discover what the day will bring:
"The natural world is like a spiritual house...
Man walks there through forests of physical things
................that are also spiritual things,
That watch him with affectionate looks."
Hope you'll have as fine as day as I will,
my hearts smiling. |
