we change

Photo by Kim Teves

We change.
It's what nature does.
A sprout.
A bud.
A tendrilling curious root,
fortified by a sun it does not know personally.

We change.
Hollowing wood,
where busy ants make a new home.
Dry, thin branches,
perfect for peeling into a bird's nest.
In our demise,
a new purpose,
a new way of supporting life.

The only sadness
is that we don't resemble the seed
we once were.
The only suffering
is in trying to be the bud and the blossom,
that have already come and gone.

The restful liberation,
to be fully and unabashedly
our truest nature.
The pleasure in finding joy
in new ways of being
exactly as we are.
Without the world's narratives
and our own sabotaging intellect
picking and poking at what once was,
and how things "should" be.

Instead,
embracing our changing,
from root to leaf tip.
To celebrate our perineal
and spiralic nature,
in our pursuit to blossom,
and our shedding towards winter.

We change.
It's what nature does.