Light is fluid, like

Time it never stands still.

I’m mystified by the tandem

movements of light in real time.

I’ll never capture it, yet

why stop trying?

 

So too in our flowering, we’re

always reaching for the Light.

I’ve watered and watched

as my kindred companions

keep growing beyond their bounds, by

seeking the source of all light. Will I?

 

Soon raucous Summer, you

move us to enjoy the Increasing.

We will venture out, my buds and me,

knowing that Winter’s brilliant

Blossoming came first within us, aye

even on this side of the window pane.

~mjh

 

For further listening:

half•alive

still feel

https://youtu.be/KOOhPfMbuIQ?list=PLXoaFiCaYIdd4uzgpiAWOWPcU26VGDcTa