simply observe the falling leaf Slow grow it's life sow, so, let go to re turn in an other form. Leaf loosened steps off stem as fresh death cracks dawn, death is mourn fresh born when we star, when we see cycles fresh eyes fresh our space this place let go The Morn, Raze Mourn and cutting clarity shall sea, real, see clear deep swells we hear, here here, Fresh Dawn Cycles In Our Leaving Our falling, our next arriving like each life of unleavened Leaf. Watch now how sea, turns, slow, lee, tumultuous tide ebbs turned on crest arrives survives The crash, subsided wave, landed, arrested surely, be. So Mourning star rises, rays run light rises in dark grieve passes opening chasms her luminous heat, seeks swallows The Darkness a fresh salted scene, flowing knowing unseized, as petite crack tears seize of dawn of my next now of less laden of less full of my now less briny now open...