The Temple of Falling Leaves

After I have done all I can,

when I have nothing left to give,

I need some time

in my green sanctuary.

I lay down 

in the soft grass

in a room that smells of

cedar and solitude.

In this temple of falling leaves

there are sacred artifacts

that remind me that there is

beauty in imperfection.

Light pours in

 through the canopy

with a message so elemental

It cannot be expressed in words.

So I breathe

I simply breathe

until the tension leaves my body

and the frantic drumming

 of my heart

eases to a 

steady tranquility.

Where ever you are, whatever the weather I wish you restoration and peace.