Dance of Winter

Letting go into Wholeness, the Dance of What Is

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white blossoms

fall thick and delicate

blue shadows roam across

the deep silence

the mountains sleep

nestled in their winter blanket

smoke curls

from a farmhouse

alone in

the frozen woods

i stop among an old grove of beech

listening

among the gray bare trees

stillness flows

and quiet is

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dancing trees

reach into the shimmering sky

crackling

i walk through the crust of snow

woods echo

in the warm afternoon

golden leaves quiver

like paper chimes in the winter breeze

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listen in

listen to the multifaceted webs

dripping with pearls of indra’s web

listen to the impermanent play of forms

dancing in ever-changing kaleidoscopes

listen to the encompassing cycles

circling us without

beyond knowing

listen to the quiet diversity

spreading forth from within the soil

into the towering mossy trees

outwards to the pinnacles of snowy mountains

listen without a word or concept

and here

in the majestic quiet

all is still

the mind has no movement

all is

and all is alright

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all is

like mist

nothing to hold onto

All things

will come to an end

holding on

is bitter

letting go

seeing the nature of oneself

seeing the grand wholeness

is oneself

one is enraptured

by the

symphony of immeasurable

crystals

spinning and drifting

like whirling dervishes

upon this immaculate

Now

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As light floods

through the breaking clouds

and beauty lies

upon this frozen forest

i can hear the hum of cars

racing down the distant highway

and i sense the wars and environmental destruction

that happens in the capitalistic

profit-based conditioning

i see all these people

enculturated into this toxic system

swimming in

currents of beliefs

tied to their

known artifacts

of barren ash

holding on

they

mummify into

roles of ignorance

afraid of anything

that strays from

their petrified view

endlessly

clinging

fighting

rejecting

they never question

and look within

to see the enculturation of thought

nor the projection

of their myopic consciousness

nor see that

what they think

they perceive

their projections

cycling and circling

individually and collectively

in deep, dull grooves

of fear and delusion

veiling and distorting

what lies all around

truth

until they

decide to say

enough is enough

and slow down

and directly look at what is

in awareness

or the patterns of sorrow

shall continue

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sitting underneath

an old

scarred and wrinkled maple

life and death

splitting the

tree in

a flow of

age and decay

and still

strong limbs reach

in all directions

spiraling

toward

rays of warmth

here i sit

snow dancing and fluttering

down flutes of currents

i have nowhere to go

free

completely free

here

a soft, silent sky spreads into

an uncontained stillness

names vanish

all flows here

in presence

all thoughts dissolve

fear evaporates

suffering disintegrates

into this

nothing matters

and so

everything matters

meaningless meaning dances

harmony opens

in the infinite ohm

lightness blossoms

all is wholeness

here

listening

distorted ripples

smooth into clarity

here

it is so simple

it is a paradox

just be

without trying

let it all go

all of it

there is no belief

one needs to have

just ground into

the here and now

without trying

awareness

awareness

awareness

to do so

i see

rupturing

the attachments of craving

of clinging

is complete stillness

presence without definition

here

the flow glides on

as streams of snow

swirls around

its vanilla brown girth

i am home