Autumn Equinox

I am settling into a place that is intuitively my own. 

Under a sacred tree, leaves are observed dancing in the wind,

Shaken and released by a sudden change of season.

Immediately plastered to the ground, like the inevitable mosaic of a bittersweet symphony,

The leaves are still soaking up the healing warmth of the sun’s rays;

As am I. Like the fallen foliage, I have found myself in the dirt,

Trampled by a child trying to find his way in the dark.

We can all benefit from the light.

I have now experienced the darkest depths of my psyche

And I don’t want to go back.

I was so certain I would not make it out alive.

Fortunately, no matter how trampled I may appear and feel,

I am surrounded by growth—mushrooms, moss, and monarchs.

At the base of the magnificent tree, protecting me with its shade,

I will eventually meld into the mother’s dirt and commiserate with the unseen roots.

Together we will communicate the truth of the depths

And discover we cannot ever die. We simply let go.

A squirrely creature leaps my way unknowingly and begins to dig.

Pulling me out of the earth, this new companion suddenly carries me upwards to its home. My refuge. A nest resting on a sky rise branch,

Creating safety for its feathered friends.

I was once trampled, but now I am soaking in the energy of the setting sun.

A chorus of chirps and sighs burn through my veins to revitalize me with new 

Purpose—an indescribable energy that transcends my own.

From this new perspective, I am aware of the horizon.

I receive clarity that I will always be okay.

The Autumn Equinox is upon us. 

Light banishes darkness like a tender blanket on fire. 

And even when the radiant sun sets, there is a light to hold onto.

The pure orb of night that makes dreams possible.