From the largeness of it all
There is a turning and decomposing,
A collapsing back to the beginning.
Here, a leaf turns golden with the cold
And falls in silence down to the earth
As if settling in for a restful night
Or for the final breath of life.
Here is the magic space where
All things go … and all things grow.
From the center of it all
Is where it all comes from.
A place of dark mud and of potential.
And here, a seed is touched by a spirit
And given a drop of water from a heavenly finger
And this seed sprouts a thin-bladed leaf.
And so all things will transition, again,
And continue around this sacred circle.
This is my Journey
— Nate Long “Owl”
Mixed media with digital manipulation