a covering of pristine serenity
causing all to wait again for the appearance of spring,
frustrated in our desire for spring to
burst forth in all its blooms of color.
This surrounding beauty of color-filled white
forcing us indoors, creating stillness.
“Don’t rush,” she seems to say.
“The turn of seasons will arrive in time.
Be still, relax, be calm.
Feel the coloring burning inside you
as it is in me.
It will emerge while we wait –
sit in the nothingness of this Allness.
Enjoy the beauty, the stillness, the serenity
of this perfect moment.”