Leaves float down outside my window. Each at ease in its graceful flutter, Each with its own unique dance ... no need to practice steps or think there is a right or wrong way to move. Floating free. Caught by wind, lifting, falling, accepting the places where they land. What is home to them? Tree, branch, ground … What is freedom? Attachment, or letting go? There is this yearly cycle, the season of Fall. Letting go allows free falling, becoming mulch, disappearing into Earth. Becoming home, to insects, critters, eggs. Becoming compost … Then soil, nutrient rich, feeding fungi, roots, next year’s growth. Two hawks appear, outlined against clouds and sky. Soaring, wings wide, riding updrafts, creating graceful spirals, teaching trust, the balance of wings and wind, being at one. My eyes circle with them and I feel a sense of calm, no judgment. Just being. Hawk and leaf ... sharing the elements, the seasons Letting go into flight, no defined destination needed. - Judy Funderburk -
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