Thoughts of spring

“Free will is the ability to do that which must be done happily”
Carl Jung

extract from Holy Spring
by Dylan Thomas

Praise that spring time is all
Gabriel and radiant shrubbery as the morning grows joyful out of the woebegone pyre
And the multitudes sultry tear grows cool on the weeping wall,
My arising prodigal
Sun the Father his quiver full of the infants of pure fire,
But blessed be hail and upheaval
That uncalm still it is sure alone to stand and sing
Alone in the husk of man’s home
And the mother and toppling house of the holy spring;
If only for a last time

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
by William Wordsworth

“I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vale and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a gtlance,
Tossing their heads in a spritly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out did the sparkling waves in glee:-
A poet could not but be gay,
In such jocund company;
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
What wealth to me the show had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or on pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.”


Only the illimitable Permanent
Is here. A Peace stupendous, featureless, still.
Replaces all - what once was I, in It
A silent unnamed emptiness content
Either to fade in the Unknowable
Or thrill with the luminous seas of the Infinite.

— Sri Aurobindo