Nothing is lost

 The tree is present in the seed... a small package

 of

 love

 loaded with potential...

 the soft earth laying receptive and silent

 yielding without a care of itself - nothing is

 lost.

 Breaking through, a small green tendril, supple with

 newness

 like the downy hair of a new born babe,

 its feet not yet calloused with time.

 The seed exists in the leaf as the leaf could not be

 without it

 and yet

 there is an unconsciousness of its beauty -  with no

 thought of

 itself

 nothing is lost

 nothing is lost... all present in the one... relying

 on no-thing...

 the course of nature, of mother… holding all near...

 bringing all

 up well

 The graceful descent of the petal or leaf, like a

 spiral of color...

 It cares not whether the wind pushes at it

 or if the air is still and warm, fresh with the

 scent

 of lilac.

 All life bends easily towards the sun on a day such

 as

 this...

 opening up,  letting go

 nothing is lost

 Ahhhh… the decay... the sharp smell... flaccid...

 shriveled...

 powerless...

 Mother takes this in her arms, like a beautiful

 child...

 the change in form troubles her not... all is love

 As the skeleton where once there was a form loses

 itself to the

 earth

 All is richer for it, all is included in it

 The soft silence of death… the giving up... the

 giving

 over...the

 breaking down...

 the sweet mother of life holding all dear...

 providing

 all…

 The quiet of nothingness - rich with pure love

 Letting go

 Letting all happen on its own

Nothing is lost.