Easter Morning

A. R. Ammons' poem Easter Morning, begins "I have a life that did not become,/that turned aside and stopped,/astonished:"

You can read the whole poem by going to http://www.sanjeev.net/poetry/ammons-a-r/easter-morning-186438.html. It won't take more than five minutes to read but you'll remember the poem for as long as you live.

The next thing to do is to take a walk, to breathe in a new GEOX experience in shoes nice enough to wear to church. The question is, which church? The Vedanta Society? The First Church of Christ Scientist, San Francisco? The sweet little Anglican Chapel? Or the Swedenborgian church on Lyon and Washington?    

The walk itself might be enough to atone for any sins that have accumulated in your soul, to clear out certain spiritual cobwebs that wintertime froze solid and begin to affirm your oneness with everything inside and outside of who you are.

To stare at the grass is one thing, to lie down in it is another.

Trees too seem to be in blossom and are so beautiful. Every one of the flowers look hand-crafted, intended by their maker to fall at the very height of their beauty.

And the shadow of the tree you've been looking at hits the ground as if that's where it belongs. It too is beautiful, though it has already fallen.