Leaves brown filtering through the beginning
That is my play at hand
With all the tools layed before me,
Emblem
Being the channel of light
Shining like a star,
como una estrella que se deleita con su titireteo,
Purple
That is what I imagine through my being instilled
To being a new beginning of knowing the unknown
Without my doings,
Here,
Long ago there was a time when all was play
And my beginning was the connection of all that came through
And I just need to share from this place of beginnings
Leaves brown fall instilled through the woods
Damp is the road,
Recycling is now overtaking what needs to be processed
Until we are this fertile soil in the compost
That is what you need to learn
The process of letting go
Stepping forward with full heart,
even if you are left alone
Even if there are a million people around you
Stepping forward with all imaginative force
I am typing…..with my little girl who next to me.
She is a pro, I just need to let go.
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