April is the month of birdsong. Great intent is in the air.
Even trees begin to show their heartburn.
In an hour or so the rain will fall like rain is always
falling somewhere.
The wind will speak with nurturing authority.
One could say the earth awakens to desire.
One could say awareness is appearing in the memory.
None of this is true beyond the artifice of space-time.
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