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athe it in, that moldering, deep into your lungs, and know that the ending is the beginning.</p><p id="4a76">A new earth cycle has just begun.</p><p id="8665"><i>Erika Burkhalter is a yogi, neurophilosopher, cat-mom, photographer, and lover of travel and nature, spreading her love and amazement for Mother Earth’s glories, one photo, poem, or story at a time. (MS Neuropsychology, MA Yoga Studies).</i></p><p id="bafa">You might also enjoy:</p><div id="051a" class="link-block"> <a href="https://psiloveyou.xyz/i-am-the-wave-9fc9b52dde17"> <div> <div> <h2>I am the Wave</h2> <div><h3>You are the breath of wind</h3></div> <div><p>psiloveyou.xyz</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*r6qo1xTocelueGRZhn7F3Q.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="838f" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/denali-base-camp-

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Poetry

The Moldering

The secret of life

You can smell it on the air, the moldering of sunlight and fire, summer’s desire, melting into the muck of the earth, that dark, fertile layer which births next year’s growth.

Within that pungent carpet, redolent of ammonia and decay, lies the secret of life.

Without death there is no birth.

Without darkness, there is no light.

Without strife, there is no joy.

There is no pleasure without pain, no burst of spangled sunlight until you’ve lain stretched out in a wide meadow, your skin peppered by rain.

Do not disdain the decay, the fallowing, the lay of golden leaves, so recently green and shuddering with life in the breath of spring’s soft breezes.

Breathe it in, that moldering, deep into your lungs, and know that the ending is the beginning.

A new earth cycle has just begun.

Erika Burkhalter is a yogi, neurophilosopher, cat-mom, photographer, and lover of travel and nature, spreading her love and amazement for Mother Earth’s glories, one photo, poem, or story at a time. (MS Neuropsychology, MA Yoga Studies).