The leaves
fall like
prayers, filling
my spiritual
inbox with
messages from
my teachers
and as
the rusted
yellow and
burnt red
soften into
the grassy
fingers of
the earth
my heart
expands into
the soil
of my
own body
with a
knowing gratitude
that is
the surest
and gentlest
confidence I
have yet
to know.
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