Here’s a poem that I’d like to share.

You can read more of my stories and allegories here:

Here is straight-forward advice about spiritual rebirth.

Enjoy!

Jim

Spring Does Not Come on Its Own

I see

you there

looking at me through winter-frozen, glass eyes.

You’re hoping,

waiting for the thick bands of frost to dissolve in your heart.

and the frigid winds to abate in your body.

Spring does not come on its own.

I know

what you’ve been told.

A thousand asanas and you’ll be done.

Two thousand meditations and the fragrance of illuminated flowers fills the air.

Five million mantras and affirmations bring the full promise of lavender and honey, but

Spring does not come on its own.

I hear

the charlatans talk.

They’ve called for an early thaw

again.

Everyone rejoices,

waits.

No work gets done.

Spring does not come on its own, my friend.

I say

break the tectonic ice sheets of fear

crack the thick slabs of pride under the upthrust of your tired shoulders

grind the glaciers of doubt to specks of glass.

Transform the tundra of your soul into a forge.

Work the bellows of determination until your fiery sincerity is white-hot.

Then the warmth of spring might heat a seedling struggling towards the light.

I put

down this burden of wisdom to your shoulders.

Bring the spring

into your life

because rebirth does not come on its own.

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