the cycle

seeds must fall
for a tree to rise
this is true everywhere—
bulb, sperm, rhizome
the names might
be different
but the plan’s the same
start little grow big
flourish for a while—
then decline sets in
for all of us
even the orb
we live on
coming and going
coming and going
a universal rhythm

resistance is futile
notice instead
what never goes
the big field
steady, abiding
unbroken
in time outside of time
in space outside of space
inviting you
to rest
just here

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.