Into Light

-------Into Light-------

To be free of this skin 

for just a moment.

Into light 

or a grain of sand.

The moment 

becomes eternity

and I

again

what I have 

always been.

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Dear Moon

-------Dear Moon-------

You've come back, dear Moon.

Light of a revolution.

Full 

   and loving 

      us.

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An Autumn Prayer

-------An Autumn Prayer-------

Nightbirds tag along beneath the silver moon.

A shimmer of Winter.

Delicate.

At dawn,

I walk into the woods,

down, along a hill

of red and golden maple,

into mist and amber dreams

where the beeches hold the green.

I do not wish to hope,

nor to be still

while the world counts down the days.

I wish 

to fly with the seasons

so gently and quiet,

as a leaf 

falls.

I pray.

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Potential

-------Potential-------

There is a tree inside 

this little seed;

a forest

in a

handful.

Solidarity speaks in rhythms 

of Autumn;

the pieces fall 

and rise 

to meet the whole 

again.

A forest

inside

a 

little 

seed.

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Promenade

-------Promenade-------

My desire to be alone

is no match to this starry night.

For I cannot help but feel

that I am dancing

with the whole,

entire

world.

Slowly turning

hand in hand

   in petal

      in claw.

A promenade

around

the sun.

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Eclipse

-------Eclipse-------

A moment

away.

Perspective renews.

Purpose. Prejudice. Time.

All our world has ever known

is tonight but

One

golden shadow

upon the stars.

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Remember Kisses

-------Remember Kisses-------

This morning, upon the regular path,

the regular cobblestones, 

the regular voices,

seemed, with a newness, to shimmer.

Maybe it was the youth of Autumn

playing with the light as it does.

Maybe it was the dream of meeting in the hemlock trees;

dark and moist, the fragrance of decay

that lingers with me still 

as I walk.

I think of you

and I stop to watch a leaf fall, 

slowly, a hundred feet 

in the air to the ground.

I remember 

kisses

and color 

returns to the shadows.

There is so much 

to notice.

There is so little 

to truly know.

We are empty

and ever-changing.

No matter how 

we see it.

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