A Morning in Spring

The apple trees and tulips have finished their display, but the bridal wreath is in full bloom.  The sky promises a welcome soaking around noon today.

The year's at the spring
the day's at the morn
morning's at seven
the hillside's dew-pearled
the lark's on the wing
the snail's on the thorn
God's in His heaven
All's right with the world

Robert Browning

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Peaceful Morning

Another peaceful morning at Lake Harriet with goslings and herons happily hugging the shore.

Lest we forget

An opera-tinted gown with a cemetery song

I dream
to don
the dress
of the 
apple trees
and dance
upon the lake
as a dragonfly
then twirl
up a trail
so I can
touch the sky
and feel
what I am told
that I
will never die

"This morning, it was very early, the dawn wouldn't come for a couple of hours, on waking, with eyes that have lost their sleep, one was aware of an unfathomable cheerfulness; there was no cause to it, no sentimentality or that emotional extravagance, enthusiasm, behind it; it was clear, simple cheer, uncontaminated and rich, untouched and pure.  There was no thought or reason behind it and neither could one ever understand it for there was no cause to it.  This cheerfulness was pouring out of one's whole being and the being was utterly empty.  As a stream of water gushes out from the side of a mountain, naturally and under pressure, this cheer was pouring out in great abundance, coming from nowhere and going nowhere, but the heart and mind would never be the same again.

one was not aware of the quality of this cheer as it was bursting forth; it was taking place and its nature would show itself, probably, to time and time would have no measure for it.  Time is petty and it cannot weigh abundance."

Krishnamurti's Notebook, p. 29-30.

Morning Meditations

"On waking this morning, there was complete silence outwardly and inwardly.  The body and the measuring and wishing brain were still, in a state of immobility, though both were alive and highly sensitive.  And quietly, as the dawn comes, it came from somewhere deep within, that strength with its energy and purity.  It seemed to have no roots, no cause but yet it was there, intense and solid, with a depth and a height that are not measurable.  It remained for some time by the watch and went away, as the cloud goes behind a mountain."

Krishnamurti's Notebook p. 48

A Perfect Weather Day

It's May!!

I decided to start a new journal with the new month of May because I saw that it kept me painting because it was a no-pressure way to paint.