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.