drifting,
with each and every
breeze my life is swayed in
new directions...yet
untold -
until another shift of
wind
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I love this time of year and I especially love catching sight of a single leaf drifting in the wind - recently surrendered of self, no longer a tree and yet not less then before - a death and a birth and in between a moment of near flight playing soft amidst the breeze. Our story told in a seasons grace.
Peace,
Eric
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