Star shaped leaf, in the palm of my hand,
you try to fly away, as leaves
bound to branches seldom do.
Wanting for the following wind–
But dreaming hopes of freedom
leave you stranded on the ground.
There are depths beyond the rigid and brittle,
in coarse hand I can feel a yearning
as if it were my own heart’s desire too.
There is excitement in getting carried
away from stillness, and a low,
in the sudden halt of its active flow.
Leaf in my hand, you have traveled
far from your tree, but I see
the mighty oak’s peace inside you.
The journey of an ancient, resides
in your pattern, life as long as a season,
with veins, as the bones of awakening.
Fly on the wind, softly carry away
in the rhythm of life, listen to its call,
just as a cricket sings in tall grass,
quietly keep close, the distance
of your sacred bones, let them be
the only glue that binds you to this life.
~ jeffrey vionito
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