Merged

We have always been united,
like buds in spring drawn forth,
still and quiet,
from the inner bark
by the sun’s penetrating rays.

Basking in the Light,
what is here, emerging, 
is connected to the Earth.
Her rich soils nourishing the soul
drawing forth this inner bounty,
a wellspring of all that sustains.

Nothing moves this effort.
It rides on the rhythms of life.
Longer days, shorter nights, 
the closer to the Light, 
the more it all opens. 

Buds become leaves, 
and leaves bathe luxuriously in the Light, 
knowing Light as the source, 
the origin, the giver of life. 

Dancing, no, not just dancing, 
vibrating and flinging in the wind, 
surrendered to the whispers of God, 
cooing or roaring, as the case may be, 
surrendered equally to it all. 

And when dancing season ends, 
so begins the inward draw, 
moving lifeforce deeper, 
allowing the leaf to release. 

Landing on soil, 
kissing roots
that delivered sustenance
the leaf bows in humility
disintegrating the form 
merging once again 
with the foundation of life, 
merging into the soil’s vast riches. 


Every step is pure devotion. 
Here, the once wildly dancing form
surrenders to the stillness of earth’s caress. 
There is no hurry, nowhere to go. 

Beauty is now in the resting— 
the feeling of cold and wet and held. 

Draw me forth in you 
and I will draw you forth in me. 
We emerge together
unified as the bud, 
the potential 
the animated offering to the Light, 
bowed always in the direction of Love.

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