Taught over and over again.
Once the trees drop their leaves…
You can see everything much more clearly.
And there is space for new leaves to grow.
When it’s time.
Fallen, on the ground, old leaves fade into earth.
The cycle continues.
Death and rebirth.
Old and new.
We too are part of it.
And we’re meant to do…
The same.
Cleansing and clarity.
When there is nothing to obscure the view anymore.
Revealing things unseen.
And still…
There is a choice.
Hold on or let go.
Fight or surrender.
Stand still or flow…
Into the unknown.
Into the essence of your soul.
