Spring

This is my season, this is me.

I am female.

I am vixen.

I am the first breath.

I am Life.

I am here.

I am.

The light bouncing on the water, the wave breaking on the sparkling sand. Sometimes with a whisper, always with a pounding roar.

The nightingale that sings in the night, the full moon that lights the way.

The river cascading down the rocky mountain, the falls that plunge joyously into the deep.

The deep deep mystery.

Always, ever, forward, restless.

Impatient.

Is.

I cannot wait, I cannot linger.

The first light the breaks.

When you are sleeping, snoring in the dark.

I am alive.

I am the dreams that keep you company.

Never there when you wake.

I’m already rising.

Greeting the day.

The glorious day.

The light.

See it blaze, follow the path across the sky.

I am the sun, the source, the guide.

Trust me.

I am yours.

The desire that fuels your every wish.

The energy that surges through you.

The tingle of excitement when the rain falls, when the wind touches your cheek.

The kiss of a stranger.

A hand touching another the first time.

Never letting go.

Even when it has.

The close embrace of an old friend.

Eyes catching eyes across an empty room, where flowers start to grow.

The buds on a branch, the the fish that rise in the stream.

The smell of the cut grass, the ground coffee, the ocean breeze.

The pine needles under foot in the forest.

Home when it is far.

But also the unknown.

The blue of midday, the yellow of first dandelions, the orange of ripening fruit.

The juice that burst upon your lips as you greedily taste them..

Will be.

Now and forever.

World without end.

Amen.