Eternal spring

Let your interior be the rock that shelters you in winter, the ancient cave of deep knowledge that brings you the message of the gods
and the immortal breath of the ancestors.

Let the forest be lush,
of unlimited life that houses songbirds of hope,
eagles that your gaze makes bloom in the great spaces and in the humble gap,
bees in myriads that work the wax of your knowing how to be in this world and happy honey that cheers your days.

May the spring never be missing inside you,
that which is always renewed and is eternal,
the one that will quench your thirst when you're dry and water from other sources is a lie.