Fields of Bloom

I saw the fields of bloom again.

Full of yellow bloom atop an endless carpet of green connecting with the elegance of hills in the horizon.

And this year like all the years they were there to announce a new season, to remind us that the coldness was starting to let go.

But when i looked at them this time I saw resilience, purpose and determination. Even though I didn't remark them during winter when they were all but green they endured the cold, maybe some trampling by sheep simply looking for some

A reminder that what we see is beyond the eyes.

A name beyond all names but the cup that was drunk is of suffering.

Happy partners photographed with smiles extending to the ears but the work to bear with one another is wider than their smiles.

A rich man who seems to have no care but the foundation of wealth was out of his sweat or that of another man.

Or the expertise of a musician standing on countless hours of practice and perfection like a surgeon horns his techniques and disects like a man eats with a fork and spoon.

But the admiration was even greater after the meditation.

The moments of bliss are worth all the work and in case no is there to remind you go back to the fields of bloom and the glory you'll see will strengthen your soul.