"To find pleasure in life, make the most out of spring."
It doesn't matter who said that, it could have been multiple people. Convergent minds, divergent times. It seems to be the way things are. Ideas that function like kites floating whimsically above us. It could be any of us to grab that kite string, only we have to be looking, if not for it than at least for something. So, it seems the best ideas belong to us all and it matters less who said what, but more who believes what.
I'd like to believe in this quote. It's such an allowing metaphor, and one that isn't limited to the rerun image of spring as the glossy, green glow of rebirth or the flowering pungency of new life (although such pleasing comparisons undoubtedly apply here too). But maybe any moment can be spring-like? That's what the zen/be here now-movement has always been about hasn't it? Recognizing, that any moment is, potentially, spring rising up; honoring the intrinsic nature of the moment as it is, and just allowing it to be. I so like the straight advice in this quote. To find pleasure in life, make the most out of life's pleasures. Allowing that to dictate my days would make the rest seem easy.
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And kites in flight, and grass growing, and singing... if these are the pleasure that you seek, then go out into the day with a lightness in your step.
But Imogen. Do not love Imogen. For she cuts the strings of kites, not so that they will drift away into the no-end of sky, but so that they cannot even lift off the ground.
And she cuts grass, too. With a knife that has blood on it.
As for singing, there is for Imogen only one song. Sing another and the knife with which she cuts grass, will cut out the heart of the faithless lover.
Go, grace le maitre, into the new spring of every new day, and do not pretend to love my Imogen. She will catch you out if you do.
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