Iron patio table, long legs stretching out and
I am sitting, sipping coffee,
talking with my friend while
the late spring leaves fill the trees
with a heavy green,
ripe with the summer to come.
The air is warm, the breeze bringing
possibilities,
the white Christmas lights slowly blinking in the trees.
This is it.
This is that coming together,
that Clink of everything falling into place.
When you Know you were meant to be
in this place
at this time
and this moment
is yours.
You have just now opened your heart and the
bright, wide world
has just filled it
with a vastness, an intensity you couldn't
dream possible before.
And heading home,
magic fills my soul,
the summer wind in my hair
the lightness of my spirit
the calm tranquility of pure Being
inside me.
My car moves with a grace previously unknown to me,
unconsciously, I accelerate,
becoming one with the moon
and the sky
and the twinkling lights
and the saturated green reality around me.
This is as close to Eden as I can get,
I feel as in tune with my creator as I ever have,
every heart beat a prayer
every breath,
a reminder that this life is a joy,
every mile I pass
pulls me in tune even closer to that
perfection.
This is what Springtime
does to me.
This is how He
speaks to me.
Not always in words or song,
but in these passing,
fleeting moments
where suddenly, surprisingly, encompassingly,
all is
right again.
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