New
A seed, a bud, a leaf, a blossom - the tiniest possible
carries strong (still) the heart of the Earth
The feeble beating sounds of what is yet to come
Not long ago forgotten in the rooted belief
that what is once dead is dead.
While you're watering the perspective of one leaf,
another plant has lost it to the frost
because in your recklessness, you've entirely
moved past what death could bring
the realisation that the end is there when it's not.
You're likely to make more mistakes like this one
And then make some more, but you'll never lose
sight of what you've learned.
When the lessons learned teach you more
about life, you will give no advice.
You'll stop talking even to yourself
You'll stop listening to those thoughts telling you
not to listen
You'll just be here-now
With every new beginning
In mid-winter or early spring
in the awakening dawns of summers or
the changing golden leaves of autumn,
despite seasonal endings and beginnings,
in spite of any remembrance, memories, or deaths.
You'll live
As purely as life lives with all it lives.