As we are in that transition of winter blooming into spring.
The snow melting, the dead trees which were crinkled and pierced by the harsh winds of winter’s rage metamorphosize into the journey of rebirth.
To renew, to emerge from the trenches of crisp frost.
The winter blues, iciness, conniving thoughts of despair
Arises
To a warming, sort of gentleness, where the wind excavates an aroma of sweet and sultry flowers.
The sun illuminates the cloudy sky ever so brightly
While the water evolves from a glassy surface to a teal phantasm.
And this seasonal conversion allows us to embark on a spiritual transformation.
A happy fever with the highly occasional summer thunder.
We begin to receive a hug from the light that touches all.
Please, grant it the permission to touch you.
Let happiness overwhelm you into submission which fulfills your desire for longingness.
Just wait.