This recurrence of feeling appearing from somewhere
Walking around this labyrinth of moments- singing and laughing
Something is happening as a dancing wisp of light
Lifts me into the sky and I am somewhere, again
Everyone wishing for this light to seep into their denseness
To become something other than the heaviness of the mind
Opening up my arms to the possibility
Where is everyone?
A leaf twists in a dollop of warm air that drops from my mouth
I shall blow my dreams upon you little leaf
And you will carry them for eternity
Even when your color turns in the midst of a changing temperature
You will ride another wind into a soft tuft of grass where I shall lay my head
As you blend into the earth beside my worn face
You will give me compassion and I shall cry
As I water the earth with my heart and tears
We shall become new again.
When I wrote this poem, I was sitting outside on my patio one evening admiring the New Mexico sky and all its amplified color. Living in New Mexico I am lucky to live as a guest and witness to some of the most extraordinary light. This light illuminates the world around me in a way that is inspiring. Witnessing nature and all it reveals to us is a gift and a place of contemplation in simply being. I am grateful every day for all that nature reveals to us through the movement of the sun and moon each day, and through the changing seasons. Here we are again, fall…..autumn.
Autumn gives us a cyclical opportunity to remember that at every moment change has occurred. My body, emotions, and mental state- they are changed and different with every passing second. There is no permanent “self”. My body that once was born and small enough to be held by my parents is now 5’7” and again- forever changing. Nature has taught me that no matter how permanent my ego tells me I am, it is not true. And I can use this as a subtle opportunity to remember to love and not be so hard on the world around me and my own perceived self. Every moment of compassion brings about more change and what once “was” between me and another person may be anew with understanding and gratefulness.
I am grateful even for this small opportunity to write and share with you how your beauty that has been reflected in this season we call autumn has changed me, once again.