A balance heavy-lifted
Drifting down into the dark.
For now, we pause and notice,
we still hold the glowing spark-
Within a flowing body
Birthing forth from seed and stem,
Now in-prismed for the harvest
Before days dwindle and grow dim.
What work lies full in form now,
From which experience may pluck,
What we gather to our senses
Burgeoned forth not from our luck-
But from each moment of intention,
Each movement and muscle that we lifted,
Our past selves bore the burden:
To our future selves we gifted.
Reflect upon what you reap:
In what you sowed and what you keep.
Hold fast to your foundation
As light falls darkly now to sleep.
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