TRANSITIONS
Branches twist and turn, leaves gather and are let go.
The organic planes bulge and recede,
Reflecting both the subtle and overt rhythms of our journey,
Inviting us to embrace its meandering ways.
A gentle breeze moves the tender branches on a quiet day
So subtle, we might fail to notice.
May we hold the wisdom to awaken to even the quiet movements,
And realize our transitions, large and small,
On nothing less than a deep, soulful breath.
For that breath alone carries us into birthing a new season
And embracing the mystery of our journey with gratitude.
It is there we find the unchanging splendor of Love
And our deepest roots confirmed once more.
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