As long as we bend toward nature,
we will make wreathes—
sticks and twigs and berries and flowers
bound together
escaping in unwieldy whisps;
taking the forms of the universe
nests of galaxies
swirling
the open center—a welcome home.
Laureled athlete, warrior
marriageable maiden,
evergreen
oak
cherry blossom
lavender
rosemary
whatever your season;
you get to choose to break
what will regenerate.
Whatever impulse impels you,
be sure to bend your own ornery limbs
around the sacred space.
Create it!
Bless it.
Make it holy—
the cycles, the changes,
the impermanence that is permanent.
Accept your place on the wheel.
Dance.
Celebrate!
Crown your own head
with the rhythm
we must all surrender to.
Maybe you’ll set yours on fire,
put a candle in it,
set it adrift on a lake
until the water douses it.
Death will come. Even winter.
But so will life. So will life.
But you must let go.
Evergreen gives way to cherry blossom,
cherry blossom to herbs and oak and
around and around
forever turning
with us
and without….
-Radiance Writer
-Photo by Szobota Zsuzsi on Unsplash
Radiance Within 