a poem for spring
Sitting quietly, doing nothing,
Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.
from - The Gospel According To Zen
Yes, It's Spring again, and I find my mind anticipating, the New Concert Season,
Art Openings, Travel and Rendezvous, Fun Baseball nights at the parks,
Strolling along the waterfront watching the ducks swim, the tourist
hanging out at the harbor or watching the locals relaxing and crabbing and fishing off the piers and getting dirty!!!!! [doing impromptu Christina Aguilera impression]
Oh well--- back to my garden !
until next time, walk good!
