pruning,
I go within.
my light shines
through silent roots
through cool dark loam
exuding gifts to feed
chthonic unseen beings
frothy fractal firmament
at the edge of oneself
too subtle, too nimble
too vast to grasp
their perpetual transmutation
sustains my shimmering form.
there were yet
more stones to dissolve
more humus to lay
more nourishment to absorb
from the shadow that surrounds.
how could I have missed it?
what was I waiting for?
surely I have known
this is here all along.
we seek the light
but find, only in the dark.
losing our leaves
we remember our roots.
