-------Come into Being-------
Moonlit
on the edge
of Autumn,
I let go my branch and
fall
into the emptiness of
these
dying hills.
For a thousand feet I
wander.
Floating
back and forth,
Between the comforts
of
routine
and the longing to be
undone.
Until, once again, I
reach the ground.
Where Winter forgives
us all
of our possession,
And we come
into being whole,
into earth
And the immeasurable
stillness
that holds the light
til Spring.
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