The passion is in this letting go.
You will find
yourself again, beautiful, shining
full of life.
A soul grows in the dark
of the earth, giving itself away
piece by piece,
stem, sepal, seed,
Becoming smaller time and time
again, becoming
pollen drifting,
and the gentleness of rain, the warmth
of sunlight in the morning
after a bitter night of frost.
The melting snow, white
petals unfolding,
Opening
Becoming.
True.
Beautiful.
Shining.
Full of life.
