Wind moved the bare branch
at my window, scratching
random runes on frosted glass.
I did not attempt to interpret them.
Their meaning simply appeared
in my Winter awareness
like black flames on white
scrolls of stillness.
This is what the wind said.
Aloneness is the dream,
all-oneness the awakening.
Here is your simplest hardest lesson.
The conflict you perceive
is the conflict in your mind
made visible by grace,
that you may learn through images,
reflections, how
your own thoughts limit you
until you let them go.
Be crazy and free.
Be naked, sky-like, and empty.
Laugh, sing, dance, cry.
You are the cause of Spring.
Painting by Andrew Wyeth
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