a seed falls,
giving itself to the ground,
no insisting on clinging to life here,
this is the natural way of things,
only death can bring new life,
the seed lies broken open now,
and the ground embraces it…
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but I am not a seed,
how do I embrace this pattern?
I am required to let go?
If so how?
If so what?
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I lay these questions as prayers,
still alive, still alive,
how do I die
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shall I take the fall,
embrace the earth?
dust I am, to dust I will return,
but will I rise,
is it even my place to ask this?
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a seed falls,
giving itself to the ground
no insisting on clinging to life….
Eternal footsteps 