Deja Vu

After the death of me,

The release from what

this world has shaped,

asked me to be

All the arcs of reach, wonder

toward the light,

All the dangling, confusion

in wait through night

All the days of my face

meeting the grief, the love

All the growth of my purpose

of generosity from above

After the fall of me, the spiral down

On my back here,

My spine now made of ground

My face now skin of earth

My hands now roots in the dirt

Under the infinite canopy of ALIVE

Quietly watching the ALL of it—swirling

Wilding, watering, wonder of survive

Winging, winding, wafting, whirling

Oh the comfort of company,

Oh the holy communion

Oh the earthly deja vu

Oh what a receptive reunion

Amongst other leaves, released here too

As if we all have been here before

Like the sand knows the shore

As if we are deeply,

intimately known

Into the Womb of new LIFE

we are sown

As God knows thyself

through Creation

May befriending Death

become our elation

Blessed be the cycles🌀