Let Change
My home is wonder.
In the mind’s eye,
winds scatter leaves.
Let me accept
change. Why
do I fight, dread, despair in it?
Let change teach me
of love and potential.
Look! The unknowable rhythm
of wind conjures autumn and spring.
Waves of you run through me.
Let me relax
away from clinging.
Let me return
to the way of opening,
my life giving way to the washing,
luminous presence of you.
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