Do you imagine
that the buds on the trees
so tightly bound in Spring
secretly can’t wait until the appointed time
when they’re able to loosen their grip
and allow the beauty from within
to flow without.

Letters to friends, Gurus, Saints and Teachers. A journey of the soul of a seeker

Do you imagine
that the buds on the trees
so tightly bound in Spring
secretly can’t wait until the appointed time
when they’re able to loosen their grip
and allow the beauty from within
to flow without.