Amidst
debris
amidst
the smoke
deathly river of blood
the utter
unforgettable
silence
of lives lost.
A voice
flutters
in the butter hued leaves
ignited by the Wind
offering
its language
of Wisdom
its mirror of reality
its voice of freedom.
Decades later
memories ripe
some raw
ginkgo reminds us
pleads with us
simply “let go”
now
of the vast, sprouting seeds
of separation.
War on land far away
war
within
our own hearts
against
our own hearts
“let go”
she gently calls
with absolute grace.
Yesterday is gone
tomorrow
yet to be born
birth tomorrow
with renewed resolve
to Be
one ray of Light,
trusting Your ray
to bless us all.
Ancient
ancient roots
ancient
ancient Wisdom
timeless Truth
Possibility
trust my miracle
to be your Light
and navigate your path.
Yin
Yang
inferior
superior
doing
feeling
all are truly
gracious wings
to set us free.
Hear
see
remember
weep
surrender
your love of illusion
then open your wings
and FLY
with the Wind of Love.
Seeds within
seeds without
all are potent choices
Love or separation?
Ginkgo calls
“let go” with me
as your witness of Possibility
and know
You are the Seed of Hope.
