The birch leaf
The first meeting is important and even more the first departure. A perfect lesson in non-attachment, to really learn to know and like, and then to loose.
The first loss and the rules are clear, they will all pass. Second insight, wait for the return, full circle.
Where is my round beauty with a tiny hole, a decorative disfigurement?
Here, a little tired, dehydrating, me a little shocked of the immediate attachment and instant disillusionment after loss.
What do you remember, leaf? What does the birch you come from remember? Do you remember your ’home birch?’ Or even your ’home branch’?
Do you remember when I picked you up? Do you remember my hands, the oil on my skin? You have passed through many hands, did you recognise mine, when I rushed to pick you up again?
