Falling Leaves

Would that we could let go
with the grace of leaves
that fall from trees in their time,
dancing their own special dance
of surrender and love
as they meet the earth below.
Would that our letting go were as
trustful and pure,
as innocent and free as the leaves
that have not a care about falling,
but swim in the air,
swaying and dancing,
up and down, on the breath of love,
offering this final gesture of beauty
as they release the form,
and join the Oneness that
lives beyond it.
– Julie of Light Omega –