This eternal season — Luke Grecki

Time falls like rain
on the ground of being.
Sometimes it whispers
with the wind,
speaking of spring flowers.

Yet when it is silent
the greatest blossoms appear
in the forest of mind,
a growth in this eternal season.

Walk between these flowering trees
as sun kisses your eyelids,
hear the sound of the heart
as it flows down this old mountain
like a river.