Balance

In this time of transitions, of Falling – away from Summer and into Winter, sleep, and death – into that unbreathing waiting, hibernating, of long nights and howling northern winds to which we look as it comes to meet us once again, I ask

Is there Balance?

Or is there only loss?

And gain

the up and down

around and around

of our pain,

the joy

and sorrow,

All the same?

Mother

in her wisdom knows

this is how time

comes and goes.

Breathe,

the peacefulness flows

Breathe

in being, and know

The flight of birds

of time that wings,

The depth of earth and hope and

Sing

the songs of

Being Whole

Fresh and new

and

young and old

Wisdom

in her time here

whispers in tones most clear

Rest, stop, release, fear.

Give, receive, believe

Stop, go, fast, slow

And be