at last
all you over-lit days
overheated on hyper-real isms
slow down your frantic, your manic, exhale
and show us a numinous side
affirm that it's not all so simple and clear
quiet the trafficking noise
of bright ego commerce expansion
clarify this change that so many feel
as the natural continual turning of life
from days of burning abundance
into sure elemental transition
a return to essential ground
plunge fire into water and wait
for the cooling and sharpening focus
lead follow fallow me
let me rest silent for just a short space
trade branches for roots in a nurturing place
remind me the seed doesn't choose
what is admired harvested and consumed
it only grows green and bears flowers and fruit
let some others enjoy then
whatever is ripe on these low bending branches
and leave me the natural work of discarding
what's already served purpose
now dry and superfluous, rattling
a movement that diverts the attention to wind
that breathes change not as death
but an opening
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Beautiful reflection. Just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMy friend Adam shared these words with me almost exactly a year ago:
"Once again, that time when the sun, exhausted, lives longer underground, and the tree roots drink in its radiance only to burn their own leaves."
I like how both reflect from different angles on what it means for the brighter light to go away for a season of more underground nourishment.