The leaves are falling from the trees
They fly and dance
in joy of sweet release

Where once I looked in sorrow
at their passing
now I see
each end as every new beginning

letting go of life and freeing
spirit to go on beyond the pain
into a vast complexity
to be at one with all that is

yet I wonder still
if the leaves
might be aware
of their existence

while something deep inside me
says that they must be...


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