A Soul's Limn

Tea and flowers at Elixir in Great Barrington, MA

“What does your soul need to weather the winter?”

“This afternoon it told me that tea makes snow gentler.”

“And your soul, I do wonder, why it rises with the sun?”

“It wakes for the promise of good things to come.”

“What does so help it in passing the days?”

“The sun, a friend, and the world’s smitten gaze.”

“Does your soul seek much when the lights have gone low?”

“Last night it longed simply to hear the winds blow.” 

"And what does it whisper as it closes the curtain?"

"The moon, it seems, is always so certain."

How wonderful it is that any of us can converse with our soul, and the souls of others, during any passing or lingering moment into which we may stumble.

Musing On Bliss

Seen on the desk at a local bookstore

Flowers on my street

How can bliss be defined?

For me, it is one foot on the other with sandals beneath, or looking out my window to see a single light on in the apartment across the way (someone else is still awake and thinking too). It is waking up to a day of freedom and adventure, and it is that day’s end, one that’s been long and brought happiness. It is laughing without bounds, to myself or to someone else. It is any kind of love that isn’t turned on its side. It is smiling to a stranger and them smiling back. It is happy surprises: fluffy dogs in shops, street side proclamations of wisdom, unexpected flowers and other notations of beauty, and the fond memories one carries everywhere. It is contented sleepiness put to rest and the hope for another full and bright day to come. It is feeling that things are forgivable.

And finally, bliss, I believe, is being able to walk in the world and see something, anything, worth loving.

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Words of wisdom

Came across this masterpiece on the sidewalk outside my apartment building