Resurrection Fern

I seem like everything else, to be a center, a sort of vortex, at which the whole energy of the universe realizes itself.. Each one of us, not only human beings but every leaf, every weed, exists in the way it does, only because everything else around it does. The individual and the universe are inseparable.

~ Alan Watts

Ember

I gaze to the paling rosy sky

And hear the rustle of the drying leaves,

The calls of the downy woodpeckers,

The joining together of the bird guilds.

I delight in the song of the pine warbler

And the chirp of the crickets

Both calling Fall to spread herself

Upon the land

In hues of golds, red, and orange.

I listen for the last of the cicada song

Fading fast

On the branches of trees

Just beginning to release their leaves.

I wait for the morning glories to open

Right with daybreak.

I watch them close

Their job well done at sunset.

I live for the light.

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