In the quiet meditation,
Gazing towards a dry brown leaf on a winter day,
Seasonal winds bring clouds and rain,
Now wet, a ray of sunlight reflects off the leaf,
And for a moment the leaf appears as if it is made of shining gold,
And the wind carries the foliage to earth.
Each leaf makes it's journey.
The tree is taller than it was the year before.
The sun and the earth,
Through the roots and leaves,
Will reach out the branches.
Maybe others have seen the golden dance of a leaf.
Next year.

The seed has fallen.
The wind covered it with soil.
The seed and sadu wait for the sun.
A new tree experience, death-rebirth.
It is the ray of divine light,
Reflecting off the humble leaf,
Of the tree of humanity,
That may be seen as shining gold,
Before falling to earth.

Medidate under the tree,
With the community of conscience,
Upon terra forming, bio-turbation,
The seed will push through the soil,
Flora and fauna will reach up,
Reach up,
Reach up,
Reach up,
SpiritRising

by Greg Sherril / 2006