It is an almost unnoticeable point of balance in nature at spring equinox, a balance between night and day, light and darkness, sleep and newborn awakened life. Spring is liberating poetry, where longings search their form and imprisoned emotions seek their freedom. Right now, a brief moment, an almost unnoticeable break. Before the wheel of time pulls in a new season. Get ready for spring and big changes. Right now you can meditate over all possibilities. They are now as seeds, or like embryo, almost ready for life. Perceive all as seed. Seed in the earth, seed in the mind, seed filled with enormous power. In the acorn is the tree. In the uterus the next generation is conceived. In the mind is the liberating thought, which can heal and set free. Thoughts are the strongest life seed. Through them life can take a new direction. Be created. Recreated. Winter is about to let loose its grip. Earth becomes visible, open and wet. The seeds in the earth quickens. The sun has become a teenage prince. The new life stands on the start line. This is the green spring woman´s first day. She starts her work. Awakening flowers and green plants, awakening lust in life and limbs, awakening fertility and joy. Around walks a helper and cuts you free with the ritual knife. Because the frost man hesitates, wants to hold on. But now the bond is cut. He must leave. Farewell winter, good bye frost man. The journey goes east. It meets a spring sun. You put the rest of winter behind you. Frozen ground melts and thaws, the wet earth opens. In the center of this ritual there is a silent zone. Dwell on just this, for in this moment, winter has left, spring is yet unborn and you are an unsowed wilderness. When the green woman comes, spring ignites. The bear comes out of hibernation. Seeds sprouts against gravity. The dragon flies up in the air. Earths daughter prepares to meet the prince of the sun. Expectation and joy lies over the spring ritual, for we all know what spring and summer brings. The green spring woman moves around, touching the trees, so they become green, dance on the earth, so it becomes green. All that she touches awakens and sprouts. Sure it hurts when buds break. Her breath is the spring wind itself. It opens buds and fills the air with insects and buzzing life. The first butterfly flaps with the wind. Fox cubs play. Reindeer calves balance on thin legs. Bird couples flies vertiginously after each other. A new cycle of grow force has started. A new generation of descendants follows the ancestral tracks. Nature´s eternal power, nature´s game, lust of life ... and nature´s rawness? Throw your self into the feast of hope and play. It is never as many teenagers in the world as in the spring. We are pulled towards each other in springtime, become like youth again. We are taken by the delivering spring flood ... by light, lust and hormones and we dance along. The dream lifts the nature into the mind. Sure it hurts when buds break. Spring is the time of the poets. - Excerpt from Into Nature (2007), by Ailo Gaup.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 21:36:37 +0000
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