Like Tree Feeling The Sap Flow

The smell comes from an increasingly distant past to a perpetually clogged nose.

Spring is in the air and I am a child running through the meadow behind my house, flashing around my 1/4 mile street, climbing trees hearing birds and smelling green.

The weight is lifted for the moment and I sigh. Down in by balls I feel the force of creation stir.

I feel the Earth on her orbit around the sun, whirling and spinning, vast universal forces moving me towards Awakening.