The Heart is calling
through the falling leaves
the changing winds
the darker nights
Everything shifts, moves, dies
Reminding us
of the fragility
and the wonder
of life
Yet what sees the changes
sees the movement
is still
is quiet
Is the Heart
Fall into the Self
as a leaf surrenders to its creator
as a tree sinks into its roots
as a mountain hears gentle steps
of the sojourn
