Near empty.
But filled enough
With seeds and shards
To bury and plant.
Settling and releasing
Old life and new
In one breath.
Beginnings and endings
The same.
Hand outstretched –
Near empty. But filled enough With seeds and shards To bury and plant. Settling and releasing Old life and new In one breath. Beginnings and endings The same.
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Portals open
As life subsides, Creating space To see through And finally To walk through. Life turning in on itself. Opening. Leaves –
How beautifully they age, And whether by gentle breeze Or frantic flurry, How gracefully they let go. See them – Scattered, gathered… Painted, sculpted… Testaments to the artistry of time. They patched you up Mama
Let you go on Yet day on long day Year on long year Stroke ruled you – Ruthless master! – But could not quench your molten core. Journey on indomitable spirit Journey on. Come with me to the meadowed hills my heart,
And rest. Your sorrow is fatigue of soul. Many things don't matter - but you don’t know. Lay down, my heart. You need not harden against this world. Let the soft winds tickle. Let the earth breathe for you. Let your cares drain like rain. You are earth Stay until you know it in your soil. Take your extravagant beauty,
Your loud laughing jewels (beauty for sure), And give me my everyday crackly-grass muted tones. Today the land’s humming soothes my soul. Spirit soft upon the earth
Light as down touching down Gently cupped by breath of air Barely there Life so light – so frail. Celestial hands must hold you tightly And wisp your essence o’er us lightly Your soft touch our sheer delight Spirit light. All our lives we have been the frail ones
Infants crawling, Aged falling. Later, if not sooner Potency dissolves And we know for certain That we have always been the frail ones. “They keep breaking off” said “Twig Mary” as she bent old bones to pick broken branches from her yard. Barely skipping a beat she added: “My husband died a year ago. Three months ago I lost my son.” Bent but not broken – Yes, broken. Tenderly she caressed the twigs… healing. |