Slips of papers
Pulped from trees
Tucked in everywhere
like the fallen leaves
Private selections marked
Quietly
on the face of sheets,
Placed carefully in receptive boxes
on streets
As if standing at the foot of ancient tree
arms open wide—
To show up for Nature’s infinity
Binary choices made in secrecy
as if each leaf has to land up or down
Yet slips of paper scattered everywhere on ground
carry all the shades of Life’s complexity in red, yellow, green & brown
Slips of papers
Personal ballots spawned
into public hope
Blanketing the scene
🍁✨🍂✨🍁✨🍂
May they collect,
piling high in voting dreams
May they matter
outside the plucked binaries
May the act of voting influence all hearts for kindness —
Prayers for the Highest good, electing visionaries
In you, in me and in all Aliveness