A short poem about impermanence — not just realizing it, but embracing it for all beings.

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Falling…
under drops, under cloud,
in the air, toward the ground,
and in that moment brief between,
drifting — ever so slowly.

Falling…
like a leaf, once so green,
then so bright and to be seen—
but now so faded, brittle, brown:
free at last to be lowly.

Falling…
not unwilling, never wronged,
neither fatefully drawn along,
but for goodness— for the earth!
To my source I go wholly.

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