First day of autumn,
stepping from summer’s ease,
letting go, mindful of letting go,
trees surrendering so much,
the thin mist of regret in the meadow,
shedded leaves of loss gently falling,
shallow stream of time flowing away,
so many things no longer in season,
and yet,
first day of something.
For my friends on the other side of the world,
the first day of spring.
From the other side
every departure
is an entrance,
every loss a liberation,
every end
a new beginning.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
September 23, 2019