When all nourish, all is nourished

The other day I watched a leaf fall from a tree. Shall I feel sorrow for that leaf, pricked from it's life source? As I ponder, the leaf continues to fall. It falls onto a hillside with many years of fallen leaves. I see the hillside covered in withered old, new and just fallen. I hear the wind gather strength, leaves in a symphony of falling all around me.
These leaves, they have gathered sunlight and given oxygen for many weeks now. Nourished by the roots of the tree, the sun and the air...they are ready. They fall to nourish and offer themselves to another living form. The form slowly withers, but the energy lives on.
All life, all things in nature offer their nourishment to the world, I simply follow that pattern. When all nourish, all is nourished. This is the beautiful harmony of our place.

Da Pacem Domine

The girl stands outside on the back patio, broom in hand. Sun lighting dancing particles, giving glow to leaves and casting shadows. She stares, eyes and mind occupied with the scene around her. A grown tree seemingly confined to a 4x4 square pot. Yet the surrounding squared tiles are warped by the motion beneath. Cracked Lifted Shifted. Green seed pods sprinkled on the red tiles, patio chairs and table. Hundreds more hanging above in the tree's many branches. Just waiting.
Broom in hand the young girl smiles, soul captured and charmed by the scene surrounding.

An Innocence Lost

When innocence is lost,
there is a hole before every step
a crack in every road.
When innocence is lost
you look both ways before crossing.

Tonight riding my bicycle I felt the world becoming to dangerous for the innocents. The illusion of solidarity taking over. Alone balancing on the momentum of my bicycle. Dogs barking behind every fence. Buses striking inches from my face. Lights out, a rock before every turn and a crack in every road. I remember the words of a fifteen year old girl, "I don't believe in God because so many bad things have happened to me." The face of six year old gone numb to the strike of a hand again and again. That hand, that hand so discontented with the world. Alone on my bicycle feeling the innocence of a child loosing.

This is something I had to vote for on my absentee ballot today:
"Standards for confining farm animals. Initiative statue.
Requires that certain farm animals be allowed, for the majority of everyday, to fully extend their limbs or wings, lie down, stand up and turn around. Limited exceptions apply. Fiscal impact: Potential unknown decrease in state and local tax revenues from farm businesses, possibly in the range of several million dollars annually. Potential minor local and state enforcement and prosecution costs, partly offset by increased fine revenue.
YES
or
NO"
I fear the world to dangerous for the extension of limb.

Beyond the Window

I am in my room. Yellow light fills the space, illuminating the matter surrounding me. The buzzing bulb, bringing light to a dark space. There are windows on two of the four walls within. The falling sun, turns day to night. Looking out my window, I see only my reflection and general shapes. As I too fall from day to night, I switch the bulb off. Darkness fills my room, now I see the light pouring in from the windows, caressing the surfaces of what lays inside. The blinds from my own light shed and give way to the infinite beyond the window.