Finally Spring has arrived after the warm sunshine of last weekend. Fresh growth everywhere.
Lord, the air smells good today,
straight from the mysteries within the inner courts of God.
A grace like new clothes thrown across the garden,
free medicine for everybody.
The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise, the first blue violets kneeling.
Whatever came from Being is caught up in being, drunkenly forgetting the way back.
Rumi, Lord, the Air Smells Good Today