In love

I see ice. I see fields of snow, I feel the cold instead of sorrow. It starts to bite, and in this frozen landscape, I feel alive.

Blood boils as if I am a vessel for spring. I become the Sun that melts away all ice and all snow, and I make forceful waves of all that used to be sorrow.

These tides will carry my own, and many other lives, across the landscape of sacred stillness.

Flowers in bloom will greet us, warmth will give us a new home. Spring will gift us with a song.

I’ll join the dance.

I’ll jump into joy, I’ll smile at the Sun and all the colors of the meadow, still secretly in love with cold winds and ice.