… you never have to go far to find the beauty of life … it is everywhere, you just have to look. The shot above is a drop of water in two forms, ice and liquid and our home is reflected in it and below a few drops adhering to the leaves of one of the nandina bushes in our yard. Once in a while I take a camera and go through the yard looking for sights like these.
My youngest daughter arrived at the Amtrak station in Flagstaff tonight for a visit … trips to the lakes and ponds are in the works as well as some of the normal Sedona things. Joy i s everywhere too.
I finished typing the rest of the poem: On a May Morning below so you now have the complete poem. It is one of my all time favorites of Max’s body of work … hope you enjoy it too.
Have a great weekend and I’ll be back Monday morning. Keep breathing … great exercise with many known health benefits!
Cheers,
Ted
I am the dawn, the whisper of winds, the perfume
of morning.
The passing night fondled me, hovering close to me,
softly, silently.
The breaking day builds the spirit temple of my joy.
I abandon myself!
It seems to me that never before have I walked with
the spirit as now, nor overcome space, time, and the
elements as I overcome them now.
I would liquefy myself to mingle my substance with
the clouds and creep into the crannies of the
good-tasting earth.
I caress the good-tasting earth—lie upon it for hours,
my body at full length. I converse with it; and the
language is more articulate than the language of men.
It is my mother, and the mother of my sisters and
brothers, the grass and the trees, and all breathing and
breathless living things—the great mother ever pregnant!
I would comb her hair with my fingers, and dry my
lips upon her cheek, and beat her with gentle blows
of affection, and press my naked limbs against her.
Insane, egotistical rapture! mirth inspiring!
For a few hours here in the still morning I wash myself
clean of civilization, and purge myself of things and
the accumulated rubbish of time.
I push back history, dismiss interpreters, and stand
erect before the dawn, looking the universe in the face,
and asking my own questions.
To-morrow I shall return to the human wheels; but
now I defy the world of customs and laws, of sophistry
and serfdom; and I yield myself childlike to the light
and the air and the sweet scented dew.
A bird flies through the sky, and I fly with it. I am in
each pearl of moisture sparkling in the sun. I lie lazy
on the clouds. And I acknowledge my kinship with
each winged thing.
I see all as one, and nothing repels me, as this new
day climbs noiselessly out of the valley of night.
Peace lies over the world and over the world of my soul.
On a May Morning by Max Ehrmann
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