Crabapples, lilacs, rhododendrons blooming. Sound of a wood thrush on a morning walk. Small birds chasing large birds. This is as much a part of the rite of spring as daffodils and tulips.
I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself.
And whether I come to my own today, or in ten thousand or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness, I can wait.
Walt Whitman
Zen page-a-day calendar
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