flying into pieces

it seems in reverie that our various human lives are like leaves
swirling in the chill breeze of fall. they are sublimely brilliant, poignant
& pure, swiftly gone, whirling on, flying into pieces in the wind.
each life is different, yet they are also alike in many ways.
they are nuanced with deeply meaningful patterns, tender, touching &
precious. heroic stories are played out in swiftly gliding glimpses
that grip & sweep the viewer far inside to the heart of mystery.
& then they are gone: all the human lives, like the swirling leaves, flying
into pieces in the fingers of the wind within the witnessing sky.

ah, Shiva, You tell me to look beyond the transient to that which
remains continuously present as source essence. You are formless
& vast, & i am a focal point of You, extended into form.
let the leaves & lives fly by: i will return with them to formlessness.

Author: swadharma9

i am 81, living in a nursing home and deepening my spiritual life as is appropriate as one ages. i am a student of the Sanatana Dharma and a devotee of Lord Shiva.

7 thoughts on “flying into pieces”

  1. This is so beautiful. The leaves of life swirling in the air then falling and merging with the earth again, with that which is Formless and Eternal. Each one precious and irreplaceable, in their time here. What a wonderful analogy of the temporal nature of life and Eternity. The photo is lovely too. 💞🌺😊

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  2. Oh this beautiful thought has a very special meaning for me today…especially after our conversation. I am seeing the “Gestalt of leaves” of which we form part of, not a single living soul is an outsider, and each one of us..so different, even in the ways we twirl to the ground in the final ballet, shredding in the glorious wind being “returned back to formlessness, from which we all came. Such a beautiful meditation J. Thank you, for your well-seeing eyes ❤️🤗❤️

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    1. thank you, my dear one❤️i appreciate your thoughts🙏🏼i saw the essence of that poem in a vision once: that for all the temporality of human life, for all the many many lives so swiftly flying by, that there is a deeply touching beauty to each one, a transcendent perfection. the essence of each life is dear. that touched my heart. nothing is left out of divine wholeness❤️

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