Spring

It is springtime and everyone loves spring. Young people, especially teenagers, long for some season like springtime. The love within them desires this season. Springtime brings a natural, instinctive longing for something untouchable. Unlike youth, however, older folks approach spring with a sense of responsibility. The elderly people who have raised children now have an empty nest and they have a different feeling in spring. Their children have married, left home and now have made homes of their own. This is the season for citizens to reminisce about their past accomplishments and about their families and children and recollect good memories. For them, spring is the time of recollection and re-evaluation of the past times of their lives.

 

This doesn’t necessarily apply only to human beings but to the animal kingdom as well. For instance, during this past winter in New York we had unprecedented heavy snow. Deer and other big animals and the birds sought shelter during winter, but now that spring has come they have a new hope and resurrected feeling. They enjoy this precious time of spring. Witness the flight of the birds; during the winter season they were gone, but now they are back, singing and looking for food. They have aspirations too.

 

Spring will be proud to say, “I have the capability of revitalizing all creation.” Spring will declare that we are given new life and refreshing elements in its season. During winter we can’t see leaves on the trees, but now new buds are emerging with new life. Everyone loves to see new buds. Plants, animals and man all have the same feeling. The migrating birds will find their way back north and enjoy the regenerating forces of spring. What kind of migrating birds do you think of? Robins, ducks, Canadian geese, swallows, swans. They never miss migration.

 

You urban people don’t understand birds. If you live in the country they sometimes make nests under your roof or on your porch. When the swallow is singing, it sounds to Westerners like an Oriental language, but to Orientals it sounds like they are speaking English! The swallow looks like he is wearing a tuxedo, and seeing the male and female singing together is very impressive. No single bird sings; they sing together. If a bird is alone then he sinus to invite or woo the opposite sex. Wherever birds sing together it seems like love is there, right? The same thing applies to mankind. An individual longs for someone else with whom to have a subject-object relationship of give and take.

  
Spring
Reverend Sun Myung Moon
April 16, 1978

Where is the direction

Where is the direction

I feel I’m lost

What is the way

I’ve forgotten

 

I was supposed to win

Every battle

Now I’m drifting

Through the time

 

Sometimes I wish

I knew

How to undo all

I’ve misdone

 

It’s not like that

I’m crying

I’m too stubborn

To admit

 

Where is my game

Playing

To know is all

I’ve ever wanted

 

I wonder if the flowers

Will dry out again

 

 

Joshua Dragon

I’ll be the master of love

I’ll be the master of love

When I turn this shit into fertilizer

As I own it

What I have never asked for

And re-create

Our life from its ruins

 

I’ve never blamed you

Though it’s not mutual

As nothing seems ever was

But it’s only the pain talking

 

Now I’m free

Because I choose to be

And I choose to be grateful

For no reason

Now I’m free

 

 

Joshua Dragon

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