BEAR- LY A SONG

A good friend sent me this the other night.  I wanted to send it your way on this fine Sunday at the end of April.  Find a way to those deep grasses and float along those deep rivers within, and then sing the song of it all today..



Song

Here is calm so deep, grasses cease waving.

Everything in wild nature fits into us,

as if truly part and parent of us. 

The sun shines not on us but in us. 

The rivers flow not past, but through us,

thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell

of the substance of our bodies,

Making them glide and sing. 

The trees wave and the flowers bloom

in our bodies as well as our souls,

and every bird song, wind song,

and; tremendous storm song of the rocks

in the heart of the mountains is our song, 

our very own, and sings our love.

- John Muir

Blessings. Misty  

April 26th, 2015