Mad Life
“Mad with joy,
life and death dance
to the rhythm of
this music. The
hills and the sea
and the earth
dance. The world
of man dances
in laughter and tears.
Why put on the robe of the monk, and
live aloof from
the world in lonely
pride?
Kabir
(One Hundred Poems of Kabir)
This morning, as I look out
my windows the evidence of Spring is everywhere. The pollenating trees spread spring-green leaves, the dogwoods, pink and white, are in full bloom, as are the redbuds. Jonquils form clumps
of dancing yellow dervishes across the ground in nearly every direction. The
birds sing with such enthusiasm I’m afraid they will fall from the
trees. This is the perfect depiction of Kabir’s poem—life is mad with joy.
Despite our waring,
face-slapping, foul-mouthed altercations, let us not forget that outside,
Spring awaits our notice. It goes on as usual with the beauty and energy of a
massive awakening hoping to set an example for us of how to realize joy—how,
even in the midst of all the human craziness, to find delight in beauty
The season of rebirth is
going on as though we don’t exist—lilies shoot green stalks toward the sun,
buds of purple iris point to heaven, birds fling leaves and blades of grass
from the earth, snapping up nesting materials—they look like the bird
equivalent of Macy’s basement on Black Friday!
The earth is not at war;
birds do not make scenes at gala events, and only the crows are foul-mouthed.
Right now, love prevails and it’s a peaceful kingdom. We should walk out into
it today and join the dance.
In the Spirit,
Jane
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