Mind, Body, Spirit – Page 7

DRINKING ALONE WITH THE MOON

From a pot of wine among the flowers

I drank alone.

There was no one with me —

Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon

To bring me my shadow and make us three.

Alas, the moon was unable to drink,

And my shadow tagged me vacantly;

But still for a while I had these friends

To cheer me through the end of spring…

I sang. The moon encouraged me.

I danced. My shadow tumbled after.

As long as I knew, we were boon companions.

And then I was drunk, and we lost one another.

… Shall goodwill ever be secure?

I watch the long road of the River of Stars.

Li Po

Books are the Best of Friends

A library is a good place to go when you feel unhappy, for there, in a book, you may find encouragement and comfort.

A library is a good place to go when you feel bewildered or undecided for there, in a book you may have your question answered.

Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people – people who have managed to
stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.

E.B. White

Days of Spring

Spring is a welcome thought today. Every week, old man winter plays the grump and stomps us down with another storm blowin’ in this March.

Spring is shedding horsehair all over my coat.

Spring is the woodpecker drilling away at the tall oak tree.

Spring is the promise of better days ahead.

Spring is the house cats moving from the east to the south window in search of deep, loving sunbaths.

Spring is an old friend.

Spring is the scuffle of skunks in the woods. It’s the aroma of fox scenting the wood paths in search of a mate.

Spring is most welcome today.

All hail the turn of the earth.