Brief Meditation
"What is man that he should make much of his years though they bend him like a heavy
snow?" - Black Elk
Winter becomes spring
flowers bloom
Ice turns to a running stream
Dawn comes again
let's relate to
the seasons
as
we
must
after a spring
rain the land gives off
a marvelous scent
You can hear the
birds
and almost taste their "chirps"
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