New

New A seed, a bud, a leaf, a blossom - the tiniest possible carries strong (still) the heart of the Earth The feeble beating sounds of what is yet to come Not long ago forgotten in the rooted belief that what is once dead is dead. While you're watering the perspective of one leaf, another plant has lost it to the frost because in your recklessness, you've entirely moved past what death could bring the realisation that the end is there when it's not. You're likely to make more mistakes like this one And then make some more, but you'll never lose sight of what you've learned. When the lessons learned teach you more about life, you will give no advice. You'll stop talking even to yourself You'll stop listening to those thoughts telling you not to listen You'll just be here-now With every new beginning In mid-winter or early spring in the awakening dawns of summers or the changing golden leaves of autumn, despite seasonal endings and beginnings, in spite of any remembrance, memories, or deaths. You'll live As purely as life lives with all it lives. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.