Early in a year's life . . .
a far northern lake's
water becomes frigid
and sinks to
find refuge
in the depths.
Eventually, springtime's
newly warmed surface
water, and the wind,
stirs up the deep,
nutrient-laded water.
Now -
nearing the surface,
the warmed water
nurtures a bloom
of new life.
The profusion of life
feeds the soul.
Being alive . . .
is always to be open
to being warmed
and stirred.
It is good to be open
to the light.
Stay open to seasons
of new creativity.
Inspiration for this poem
arrived during a morning
meditation on the day
following the Winter Solstice
of 2005.
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