As a leaf moves in the gentle breeze
My mind wanders to the idea of movement
Do we move left to right or do we move right to left
Back, forwards or forwards to back
Does everything has a circular movement or it is all just chaotic
Is the leaf moving or it is moved through a process
Can a leaf withstand wind and refuse to move
Can we be more like a leaf and move with the wind
Or do we like to feel grounded in the essence of the mother
Where we shadow our existence
Do we all have to journey into our shadows?