Fixated through the shadows of time past, humans
luring us into a comforting embrace, haunting memories of what was
familiar, yet no longer fit for life of wishful command, fettering stories

In the sway of frosty winds, leaves of many hues
on earthy loam, tawny leaves that have danced alive their needs
releasing, resting and resonating, wise-old trees
reaching for tenderness, brittle branches
life cycles ending in gentle stillness, rhythms of nature

In prayers shaped by shifting thoughts, a letting go of long ago…lifetimes of longing and all invisible burdens that paint our world with the hues of experiences no longer alive.
Oh, to know and to let it all go
to free ourselves and to acknowledge:

We are here summoned with breath,
speaking from the pulses of our heart
creating a space for nourishment—we are not our history; we are creators of our destiny