in the trees
what was, is, will be
each trunk and branch
points the way
no wrong turns
only new paths
pulls and turns
are the way of life
the flowers whispered
life needn’t be solved
it just – must – be lived
how letting go
makes room for more
It is in the space
where there is nothing
that everything resides.
Reshaped by time and weather
my mentor on the mountain
asks me to look deeper and see through.
At each ending a beginning,
at each beginning an ending.
There is no failure in falling.
While the descent may be hard
repose eventually softens all difficulty.
This is the grace of transformation.
with astounding beauty and inevitable departures
the lesson of impermanence.
rain drops into the pond
into the whole.
Rocks and trees know not to struggle
but to simply stay until the appointed time comes to go.
Change is forever pulling or pushing.
Do not begrudge the current its way.
There is still time.
Come sit on the soft lush green.
Let the world embrace you.
Each blade of grass grows just for you.
The flower has turned to pod
the warmth of the sun belies the bite in the breeze
The place to be
is precisely where you are.
As the workers toil in the carpet of sage
they hum and buzz their dictum
“from each according to their abilities, to each according to their needs”
Nature will keep the pond’s promise that the world will green itself in Spring.
Things may appear upside-down, but everything is as it should be.