Caçadora – Release

Rains come and the fires recede.
The trees dry and release their leaves.
It all falls,
gently down,
without effort, without fear.
an unhurried rhythm.
The golden lion stretches and yawns
retiring gracefully to his den,
so the maiden may come out to harvest.

A bitter-sweet cycle ensues,
Summer’s flowers lay down their pretty heads
And the Life force seeps down
unseen below ground
to nourish those deepest parts
doing the essential Work
in quiet darkness
so brightness may return in Spring.

A Delicate transition
one breath out
creates space
for a fresh one to come in.
an Effortless flow
of Letting go
clearing the space
for what may grow.