There is such generosity
in letting go of
suffering;
belief,
resistance,
expectation,
disappointment,
achievement,
failure,
knowing,
not knowing,
living,
dying...
The wind sings
a welcome home song
as it dances,
The Dream
through winter trees.
There is such ease
in no leaves.
Every cycle has its
last dance,
final call,
door closing
invitation
to let go.
When I am
this generous,
I'm fully alive
in the open spaces
of stillness.
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