Disconnected

There’s something magical about the shimmer of leaves atop the highest branches in a sunlight breeze. A trance takes you into a safe place of peace. Where worries let free and a sense of content presence is all that creates you. Light and okay you feel just in that moment. Nothing consumes you but the enchantment of fluttering leaves.
These leaves are connected, moving and glowing from similar energies, but none shimmer or dance in synchrony. Same but different according to place, shape, weight, and liberty from the tree connecting them all. And still, no matter the direction of that leaf – holding tight, wanting free, satisfied in place, falling – those watching see nothing but a leaf. Even as they attempt an understanding, they remain unbeknown until maybe they themselves are one day that leaf.

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