Friends, yesterday at the very beginning of practice this poem came to me👇


Do you hear how the planet breathes,
Lifting up its roots,
To the rhythm of the departing summer,
To the howl of the coming winter?

How roots that have sprouted somewhere
On the slope of rocky ground
Cry out with an echo that carries,
Cry out as they awaken.

And in autumn the tears are messages
In the ringing voids of hearts.
Will we hear the echo of that breathing,
As the Creator gave it to us in covenant?