yes ....
seasonal greetings..
this is an expression that the folks
in india use to give voice to their hearts
without offense to any one's credo or faith..
this early easter morning..
a chorus of owls..
singing praises for the day..
seasonal greetings..
in the morning's grey cool light
just beginning to stretch out
across the blue yonder ~
one right on the roof top summit..
silhouetted, close-in presence
holy whooooo..
whoo, whoo, who..
then, the well timed reply of a trinity ..
hither and yon.. up and away.. yonder and thither..
standing in the nippy daybreak dawn
a congregation of one..
beholding the inquiring resonance
bringing back to life that which never dies..
o my..
just yesterday, i myself used the expression
seasonal greetings to an elder (ha!) on the morning path..
a small woman with a coat of many colors..
camera in hand, binoculars around her neck..
walking slow and golden-aged..
her rainbow coat matched my rainbow shoes -
we are a pair, i said.. as i caught up to her
your coat, my shoes..
o yes, she concurred..
we chatted on about what she had spied on the field, in the waters..
where we lived and what great good fortune to be alive and thriving
even in our olde and elder and wizened lives..
as we parted,
seasonal greetings !
she offered back..
passover for me !
i responded..
o! we have passover persons
in our family..
i was just at a seder..
and i sang out :
LET MY PEOPLE GO!
she rang out :
AMEN!
her hands uplifted..
her shining eyes aglow..
palms folded -
we bowed to one another
i, with my rainbow shoes..
she, with her rainbow coat..
walked the path away from one another
joined at the heart
in the midst of
seasonal greetings ..
and in the sweetness of friendship
let there be laughter, and the sharing of pleasures.
for in the dew of little things the heart
finds its morning and is refreshed.
~ kahlil gibran
