Had a visitation by the Green Man. This morning I read a Taoist meditation saying nature speaks through the birds and flowers. Read this poem below as well. Big medicine. By Lauren Raine,
The Green Man
Remember me, try to remember,
I am the laughing man with eyes like leaves.
When you think that winter will never end,
I will come.
You will feel my breath,
a vine caressing your foot.
I am the blue eye of the crocus,
opening in the snow,
a trickle of water, a calling bird,
a shaft of light among the trees.
Life Starts Clapping
God lays His glance
Creatures grab their instruments
And join the
Whenever love makes itself known
Jewel in the eye starts
— From The Gift by Hafiz
What’s left to do
But be cut
And let your
By all around
And left to the wind
Or hung to dry
These are just flowers blooming inside…’tis the season. Cut them, share their fragrance, let them dry, crush them and make a salve of forgiveness. Apply it liberally in your life. You are perennial, you shall bloom forever.
Image – Maturity – OSHO Zen Tarot
“The Sun sinks toward the horizon,
the light clouds blow away.
A rainbow shines in the river,
the last raindrops spatter the rock.
Cranes and herons soar in the sky,
fat bears feed around the banks.
I wait here for the west wind
and enjoy the crescent moon
shining through the misty bamboo.”
— Du Fu
One of the most beloved Tang poets 700 China. Sourced from Deng Ming-Dao’s ‘The Lunar Tao’ – pg 29 – A Drop Starts a Cycle