Let us be Still, and Listen

Spirit of Life,
Mystery beyond Mystery:

Now is the time when storms wildly blow,
stripping trees of leaves.

On the path, upturned leaves
hold tiny pools of water
reflecting the whole world.

With the leaves gone,
the bare bones of trees are revealed,
life stripped to its very essence.

Patterns become clear:
branches are the same as roots
are the same as blood vessels
are the same as rivers
are the same as neurons
are the same as the whole universe—

the whole universe, becoming.

What is our essence?
What do we reflect?
What might we become?

Let us be still, and listen.
Let us be still, and know.

Blessed Be.

Ourselves, Growing

Spirit of Life, source of all love:

How wonderful it is that true spring
finally, finally arrives.

Rain is followed by glorious sun
followed by rain again.

New blades of grass poke through
cold soil and old leaves,
reaching for the light.

May we too reach for the light.

May we stretch our hearts and minds and souls
as high and wide as we can reach
and then stretch a little more—
becoming—
ever becoming—
who we always knew we could be:

ourselves,
growing in the light.

Blessed be.