let your feet
take you everyplace you go today
bring along
your ancient animal nose
and exercise your imagination
until it can conjure
fruit
from sun and wind and soil
like a flower.
Lift your eyes
up to the azure skies
Let our winter sun
warm your skin
Strum the ukulele you hold
over your heart—
and
from your heart
let your song
come forth
sing to the birds,
from sun and wind and soil
like a flower.
Lift your eyes
up to the azure skies
Let our winter sun
warm your skin
Strum the ukulele you hold
over your heart—
and
from your heart
let your song
come forth
sing to the birds,
the trees,
the breeze
let this sweet spring air
breathe in you
and breathe out you even sweeter
as a melody
celebrate this day
this moment with me as i
nod and dance,
in this wind
on this Earth
let this sweet spring air
breathe in you
and breathe out you even sweeter
as a melody
celebrate this day
this moment with me as i
nod and dance,
in this wind
on this Earth
join me
and be beautiful beyond reason
12 comments:
How can I resist such an open, spacious invitation?!!!
Hi, Bonnie— No need to resist, just sing, dance, play----you know that.
I'm in. I'm out. I'm shaking all about.
:)
"celebrate this day". each day is such an unexpected gift - trials tribulations thrills joys and all - and your writing contains the only proper response to that gift! lovely. steven
Ruth you bring so much beauty into this world. Iris would be pleased to have tea with you.
thank you steven. I find when I get my news from the tree and flowers it's good news, happy news. It makes be buzz like a bee, sing like a bird.
yes to beauty beyond reason!
delightful, happy iris day.
My goodness, Dan! This is entirely lovely. Thank you for sending such sweet light into my windy snowy dark winter day.
Wonderful to hear your song, Dan, and I wholeheartedly support being beautiful beyond reason, this day and every day — here, now, and everywhere.
Hi, neighbor! That phrase arose from a memory of a guy who used to sell flowers out of the back of his car on East Cotati Avenue on the way to Sonoma State. He had a sign that said,
Flowers not to reason why.
I always liked the idea that flowers have no need to explain themselves and their public displays--despite the fact that they are the sexual organs of plants.
Hi, Polli! So nice to hear from you. Stay warm. Here it finally cooled off. It was actually, literally hot on the day I photographed Iris. 78 degrees Fahrenheit.
Hi, George. Your love of beauty shows on your blog, a real treat for all who happen to visit Transit Notes.
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