I like the way Autumn draws us deeper inside
The quiet, the change
As we coil within
We hear those rumbling whispers:
Never, ever gone.
Forever there to return to.
Forever holy and filled with the smoke of palo santo, the waters that run clear and true.
And you don’t even have to try to get there–
It is exactly not doing
It’s dropping all the doing, the busy, the trying, the twisting, and the forcing
And making space for something else:
The magenta fire of the sunset
How it stokes the fire in your heart
The feeling of your skin meeting the cool, sapphire air at twilight
And infinite possibilities
Written within it all.
The way some things curl up and fall to the ground to die
To make way for all that Spring will entail.
And it is not bad, it is The Way.
Going through what is, what was—
Meeting shadows and memories
But you don’t try.
This change happens subtly, like the way the trees are slowly painted with orange and ruby red
It happens naturally
But an effort need not be applied.
And just see how that feels.
As you burst into the depths of the inside
Your vast interior
And see what is there
All the flavors
Behind, underneath, down below
And all the treasures you can find
Just in agreeing to be with your Self
It feels so satisfying, quenching an ancient thirst.
Autumn is plump and rich, ripe with answers that come not as answers
But as possibilities
As deepened awareness
As old pain
As new challenge
As deep, resounding joy
That drips down to the bones of your soul
And you can
Embrace it all
Holding your Self
In the crisp air
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends Through a Season of Grief: Devotions for Your Journey from Mourning to Joy.
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