by Jane Tawel
Fall and Flow
By Jane Tawel
January 22, 2025
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Beginning —
A bud appears on a dung heap
Beauty despite, beauty despite….
Somehow from garbage,
New birth.
New shoots reach up
from old roots,
Searching
Dreaming
Creating Hope.
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Stay small,
as small as you can be.
In this Un-brave New World,
find your courage in
laughter,
meekness,
small acts of kindness.
Become curious.
Be curious only about —
What you can see
What you can smell
What you can taste
What you can hear
What you can touch.
Keep your focus on
What you can experience in this moment
and perhaps, what you can change.
Nothing but what is real for you
needs to intrude on your reality.
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Use your fear wisely
and then fear not.
This is not the beginning of the end.
This is the end of yet another beginning.
Many have come and gone before
And for you, there is only —
This time
This place
This now
This task.
Find those to whom
you alone can help,
find those to whom you
would do unto
as you would have them do
unto you.
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Herein, lies peace.
Trust that you can fight for right,
and stand up for Goodness
but only where you are planted.
Be a beautiful small flower.
The garbage is only here
to help you flourish and grow.
Let other people tend their own gardens
or wallow in their own dung heaps
as they will.
They are not for you.
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Endings…..
A leaf falls from a tree
A wave flows out to the Ocean
And dust returns to dust
Let go
Fall
Flow
And you will find where you have come from
and return.
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© Jane Tawel, 2025
Jane Tawel 