Sometimes, the moment just is … in all its beauty.
The leaves, their work done, let go the link to their sustenance and fall through space to an unknown place, where their form blazes briefly amidst their kin, before losing its cohesion in the harshness of winter, returning everything they have been, but not this memory, to the good earth.
©Stephen Tanham 2023
Stephen Tanham is a writer, mystical teacher and Director of the Silent Eye, a correspondence-based journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
Beautifully put, Steve. Autumn is a bitter sweet time, but an integral part of the cycle of life…
Thank you, Jaye. Yes. Always very poignant ❤️
I think this is what makes it special, Steve…