Paralleling leaves being blown to the ground
Revealing the core of their existence beneath the masks
And frills of external beauty
The unseen stories
The lived stories and the illusive ones
Much like us
As we live our "urge to become"
To be dormant, grow and begin again, for the very first time ever.
How sweet the resilience of our capacities
Fullness and ease as we advance and expand
Potency and tightness as we recede and reflect
All bringing us closer to our mind coming into relationship with our body's "knowing"
Our feminine wholeness from the roots of our bio/neuro/spiritual essence of "becoming" and present "beingness".
Ah the sweet taste of wholeness!