My Samara Self (first three stanzas) 9/28/2022; The Most Natural Thing (second three stanzas) 11/17/2022
The samara sang out, when she broke away,
Just one wing, but I still fly,
Lifted on the wind, trusting.
Going, going, going, but
Always at rest.
Always pregnant with my gift.
The tree I am not.
The tree I am, in flight,
Untethered.
A perfect package of purpose
And peace.
Come what may, I care not.
I exist, a miracle and
An inconsequential thing.
Potential unleashed.
Power limitless.
Oh, but then, the Samara felt
On that whirling, twirling flight away, I’m dizzy, I’m scared, I don’t feel so free. I want to go back to the safety of the tree.
Said the wind and rain
That washed her away,
Do nothing but this:
Believe and breathe,
And remember, sweet soul, you were made for this.
So she did.
Again and again, hour after hour.
And then, the most natural thing:
She opened
And let slip out
Her truest power.