Seasons

It was 70 today.

Middle of December.

Seasons changing.

So am I.

Winter is coming.

What's no longer needed

dies.

Relationships.

Friendships.

Nature takes the ride.

Unpredicted.

All anew.

What once was.

Is totally in review.

Kneeling with nature.

Heaven above.

What's left is earthbound.

Prejudices judged.

Not in my world.

I see yet not accept.

Love is all.

Nature is good.

The phrase comes to me...

there is nothing to hold onto

in the spiritual world.

So true. So hard. So factful.

So experienced.

Is there a spiritual in a natural world?

Hmmmm.

I only know what I feel.

A spiritual being

being in a natural world.

What are the secrets?

What are the mysteries?

Experience.

Only one can learn.

History beyond

history withholds

history changes

so with the bold.

A wonderous life

is much to behold

Magic in the moon

no longer bestoys.

The stars, the moon, the sun follows me

I do not obey

to a weatherstorm loom.

My heart so full of love

let live and live

just for today.