To hear, I must listen,

to listen, I must be all in.

I labor to leave the womb,

I suffer to heal the wound.


As the cosmos is revolving,

the word is evolving.

With others, in gestation,

I embrace the mutation.


My time is not terminal.

My space is real liminal.

I live in the now moment,

accepting without comment.


Called by Tree, I cannot blanch

to absorb wind as Her branch.

I swing and join the volley,

letting go of my folly.


Called by Friend, I must respond

hugging Her I am most fond.

Holding dear in the chaos,

Word comes and change I must

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