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In this time of transitions, of Falling – away from Summer and into Winter, sleep, and death – into that unbreathing waiting, hibernating, of long nights and howling northern winds to which we look as it comes to meet us once again, I ask
Is there Balance?
Or is there only loss?
And gain
the up and down
around and around
of our pain,
the joy
and sorrow,
All the same?
Mother
in her wisdom knows
this is how time
comes and goes.
Breathe,
the peacefulness flows
Breathe
in being, and know
The flight of birds
of time that wings,
The depth of earth and hope and
Sing
the songs of
Being Whole
Fresh and new
and
young and old
Wisdom
in her time here
whispers in tones most clear
Rest, stop, release, fear.
Give, receive, believe
Stop, go, fast, slow
And be