Breaking Into Blossom

Yesterday, the boys and I were driving around, and this song came on:



It hit me so hard in the center of my heart that I just started cryin' and cryin'. It *is* all too much. It's so all too much that sometimes I can't believe the glory of my life and living and laughing and crying and the beauty of it all. The song takes me back to my Grateful Dead-acid-tripping-all-is-one days, except it all really IS one and I no longer need acid to show me that. Damn, my life is good.

A Blessing

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans.  They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more, they begin munching the young tufts of spring 
     in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.

~ James Wright