New

A seed, a bud, a leaf, a blossom - the tiniest possible

carries strong (still) the heart of the Earth

The feeble beating sounds of what is yet to come

Not long ago forgotten in the rooted belief

that what is once dead is dead.

While you're watering the perspective of one leaf,

another plant has lost it to the frost

because in your recklessness, you've entirely

moved past what death could bring

the realisation that the end is there when it's not.

You're likely to make more mistakes like this one

And then make some more, but you'll never lose

sight of what you've learned.

When the lessons learned teach you more

about life, you will give no advice.

You'll stop talking even to yourself

You'll stop listening to those thoughts telling you

not to listen

You'll just be here-now

With every new beginning

In mid-winter or early spring

in the awakening dawns of summers or

the changing golden leaves of autumn,

despite seasonal endings and beginnings,

in spite of any remembrance, memories, or deaths.

You'll live

As purely as life lives with all it lives.

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