06/11/2024
I received this poem in my morning walk. Autumn here is the season of decay. Everything is dying but it is beautiful. In winter it's so calm and quiet and the season of solitude, of darkness. It's in this darkness and quiet that we find our true nature which is pure love. Being unwell has been difficult but it has also given me the time and the solitude to turn within, to remove all the energy that doesn't belong to me and to find my true nature which is love. We can only do this in solitude
Find me
In the falling leaves
In the decay of the trees
As they land upon
The naked grass
Hear my call
In the breathe of the breeze
As it touches
Your soft frozen cheek
Hear me cry your name
In the quiet ...
In the solitude ...
Of the season of decay
As I call you home
To the wintery demise
That befalls you all
But know my cries
Are a solace
As you return home
To where only love resides