Branches

Vine and branch, reaching, trailing, growing
What looks good, sturdy, strong, full of possibility
We are a part of this vine, our branch connected
To a whole, we have to learn to discern our own
Fruit, our own dead vines, what to clear and to hold
Where the fruit looks good and full, where there is none
Rambling on in us, taking stock and being sure
We are not cutting the best bits away, how can we know
If we don't take the time to see, listen, watch the 
Beauty of it or see the possibilities in cutting and
Letting go, holding on, striking out, being alone
None of this is an option for the one who wishes
To see more, to live deeply, to grow patiently