The Tao of Smilax

In the last post, we were pathside at Black Point Beach.

Well, we’re still here.

For a while.


The slower you go, the more you see.

As my pathside pace decelerated, I saw smilax.

Smilax leaves, to be particular.

Smilax leaves dotted with dew.


Leaves worth looking at individually, and more closely.


Leaves are like people.

No two are exactly alike.

Each one bears the history, the scars, of its life as a leaf.


It’s been said that the older we get, the more like ourselves we become.

This is true of leaves, also.

As leaves lose the chlorophyll veneer of youth, their unique and essential undercolors appear.


Stem, thorn and tendril are scaffold still, to leaves whose days are numbered.


The day of abscission nears.


Leaves will drop, will have a few moments of weightless downward flight.


Leaves return to earth, from which they sprang.

Since spring they’ve lived the life of Yang.

Now that winter’s coming in.

The circle’s turned.

To time of Yin.

3 responses to “The Tao of Smilax

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