The You of You – Audio

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The You of You

The Sun’s warming rays caressed my skin

It’s light shifting, climbing to a higher plane

It chases away Winter’s chill which yet lies heavy on my bones

Bird songs pierce the stillness, calling for mates

Trees awaken, buds break and blossom, beginning this new season

Colors tint the branches, breaking through the browns and grays

The greens will soon follow painting the landscape with broad strokes

The natural world does not worry or fret

There is no clinging to what was or what might be

All is as it is, in It’s pattern

The trees, Tree.  The birds, Bird.  The water finds It’s level.

No counting of days.  No ticking clocks.  No regrets.  No fear.

The acorn is both the tree and the nut at once

It’s form merely changes in It’s season

So seek your season not your purpose

Put down roots, reach for the Sun, feel the moment as it comes

There is no reason in the rhyme of you or plans that must be made

But rather sway with the breezes that blow

Rest when you are weary and seek that which nourishes your soul

And the You of You will emerge as if of Their own accord

Unbidden, no struggle, no doubt, no fear

Just you.  Separate, exquisite, unique among all others

Just you as you are

And that is more than enough

11 thoughts on “The You of You – Audio”

  4. “The trees, Tree. The birds, Bird. The water finds It’s level.
    No counting of days. No ticking clocks. No regrets. No fear.
    The acorn is both the tree and the nut at once
    It’s form merely changes in It’s season
    So seek your season not your purpose…”

    That is so, so beautiful Wordsmith… Like a walk through the woods. I’m so glad you posted it, even without the accompaniment. It’s gorgeous. 🙂

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