Hands through time

Hands through time

An acorn
lets go of the long
arm that has cradled and nurtured
the seed—until NOW.

Around and around
this cycle spins, twirls, revolves,
a wheel of time
—evolution
creating, sustaining, lingering,
dying
and discovering life—AGAIN!

Glancing upon scene after scene,
the picture, the same in its frame,
yet, it is different, changed
and grows off the edges.

The acorn,
like the wheel
circling the seasons,
plants itself through changing
weather
—it grows, slowly.

The acorn’s becoming
forms roots
digging downward into the darkness
while its stem bursts the soil
—discovers light and rises!

The necessity of the descent,
the ascent
—the rhythmic pattern
—the rings
unseen forming inside the Oak.

An acorn
lets go
—the wheel winds
itself like hands through time.

In the blink of an eye,
we ripen

planted in the Season.