The dappled sunlight of an early morning. Leaves dancing. Fluttering. Waking up to greet the new day as the world begins to rub the sleep out of its eyes. Just one of ten thousand thousand days. No two alike. The primordial pageant.
The child within, living in the moment, that sacrosanct point in space and time, as Peter Matthiessen tells it:
“In his first summers, forsaking all his toys, my son would stand rapt for near an hour in his sandbox in the orchard, as doves and redwings came and went on the warm wind, the leaves dancing, the clouds flying, birdsong and sweet smell of privet and rose. The child was not observing, he was at rest in the very center of the universe, a part of things, unaware of endings and beginnings, still in unison with the primordial nature of creation, letting all light and phenomena pour through. Ecstasy is identity with all existence…”
Happy First of May. Enjoy the day.
- Quote from "The Snow Leopard" by Peter Matthiessen
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