The seasons are mearing

into one big storm of life

Moving through the year 

like a gigantic brush 

over white paper

Ready to spread color, leave traces –

Red, yellow, green, blue

Turcos in the tips

Golden in the center

Bursting out into new expressions

Dynamically 

for each breath, new born

Transparent in the wind

blown on a path unrecognizable

until stepped upon 

This is the journey of a mystery

And like autumn falls into winters white fog

spring will flower into the verdant of summer

Alined are we who follow, guided

beyond something greater than ourselves,

bigger than the sum of all seasons

And blessed are we who feel the force

Humbled to our knees,

Awakened from our dream

Joined into the waves

that are rippled in the invisible realm 

of our unshield soul

in winter, in spring.