Fire in motion leaves on the trees
Shimmering landscape weakens your knees
Days growing shorter chill filling air
Spirits growing quiet winter draws near
Fall such an apt word as energy wanes
Hibernation in us frost on window panes
Getting older and wiser and getting slow
Constant becoming starts letting go
Deep wisdom in you begins to emerge
The chatter inside burns an involuntary purge
Hunker down getting close to your core
It becomes clearer what you came here for
What is the perspective you can always bring
As energy shifts profoundly with no sign of spring
Look for dormant seedlings spread all around
Look for rich soft voices buried in ground
Let faith fill your heart know life will be reborn
When you feel the black ice of a dark winter storm
Spring always comes when you’ve suffered enough
Bliss is beyond the corner of the frightful stuff
How do the words of the poem resonate with you?
Do you sense a purpose hiding in the life you have been living?
Do you know what it is?
Is there a way you can make that purpose more accessible to yourself and to others?
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