Failing at Nothing

A leaf with no future destination,

no need to be anywhere

nor concealed,

Is still generous in its growth.

Does it then beg 
to remain 
on the tree,

or trees to stand 
forever.

On the disappearing path

without distance,

there is no wave in the ocean

without reason
to know my true name.

No ocean, not part
of who I am.

This empty page
an invitation

silent,
calling
like the earth
waits
for the next seed.

Is a night complete

without stars..

Does love exist

when the music stops

and the ancient pines

have gone..

Have you 
met the Friend,
who asks

for these offerings
while 
we 
are still 
here.

~Candali 2013