Hibernation of the Soul

What if we could hibernate,
hide away under the world?
I propose a time for rest,
a hibernation of the soul.

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As winter invites nature to rest,
to quiet and freeze in time.
When bright colors fade
and animals hide.

 

When the tree has lost its leaves,
and it’s given enough shade,
enough fruits, enough stories and whispers.
When it stands still, its branches bare.

 

When flowers wither,
and our feet on the ground
become the only sound
for miles and miles around.

 

When sunlight is a treasure
captured in ice,
and all there’s left to do
is keep our bodies and hearts warm.

 

What if then, we could also rest?
Like the squirrel who has enough food,
and the bear who’s seen enough change,
the turtles, frogs, and lizards

 

that know they’ve got enough warmth
and sun to sleep the season away.
What if we also knew we’ve done enough,
we’ve seen enough, we’ve tried enough,

 

that we are enough?

What if we let the past fall,
like the leaves on the tree,
and let the sun shine through our bare spirits?
Sunrises and sunsets coloring our aura.

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What if we lay under a blanket of stillness,
wholeheartedly knowing
it’s time to rest—
to curl up and cuddle our visions and dreams?

 

And like the flower,
let them bloom and flourish,
and share their fragrance and stories
When the time is ripe, when we feel nourished.

 

Yes, it’s time to hibernate.

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Hold the changes, the moments,
the lessons and gifts close to your heart;
as your soul closes her eyes,
let your spirit slowly and gently rise.

 

When it’s time—only when it’s time.