#4547 - Thursday, March 22, 2012 - Editor: Gloria Lee
- Only that day dawns to which we are awake.~Henry David Thoreauphoto via Jason Ferguson"As I watched the planets hurl from the heart of the God Titan I realized
that each planet had its own unique frequency. And every frequency
together created a symphony that became one sound. That sound was the
only sound that God makes… The sound of everything all at once. The
sound of existence."~ Aubrey Marcus
Spring and all its flowers now joyously break their vow of silence.
~ Hafiz (Persia, 14th century)
Magnolia by Peter Shefler"Such Singing in the Wild Branches"when I seemed to float,
to be, myself, a wing or a tree—
and I began to understand
what the bird was saying,and the sands in the glass
for a pure white moment
while gravity sprinkled upwardlike rain, rising,
and in fact
it became difficult to tell just what it was that was singing—
it was the thrush for sure, but it seemednot a single thrush, but himself, and all his brothers,
and also the trees around them,
as well as the gliding, long-tailed clouds
in the perfectly blue sky— all, all of themwere singing.
And, of course, yes, so it seemed,
so was I.
Such soft and solemn and perfect music doesn't lastfor more than a few moments.
It's one of those magical places wise people
like to talk about.
One of the things they say about it, that is true,is that, once you've been there,
you're there forever.
Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is it morning?Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then— open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away.~Mary Oliver "Such Singing in the Wild Branches"