i watch the exodus of the fall leaves from the trees; crispy red, yellow, orange & brown against the cerulean sky. some leaves simply let go & drift slowly to the ground among the other fallen leaves. ah, but some leaves are teased from the silent trees by the busy hands of the wind & whirled on a great journey, as if on a pilgrimage to holy Mount Kailash. they spin in spirals, almost describing arcane esoteric glyphs of power & vision; up, up into the sky & onward beyond my ken.
i ponder on those soaring leaves, taken up through no intention of their own to sail through the deep mystery into the light. they appear to be no different from the other leaves that simply fall softly to the earth & lie there unnoticed. who can say that wind-surfing half the world away to Kailash is any more auspicious than quietly yielding to ones destiny without fanfare, & nobly enduring? in the end, Shiva holds us all to his breast like lost children come home to be cherished at last. in the end, when it all folds up again, we return to our innocence.
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.
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The same wind blowing through our lives wherever we may be, blowing us all ultimately, to the same destination. Such wonderful imagery, Joy. Loved the picture too. 🙏🏼💞🌺🔱
What a beautiful pondering my friend…and really who can say? The leaf has little (no) real power on its own to decide how and when it will join the rest spread out under the tree. Why does one ride a capricious gust of wind that could take it up and pirouetting, spiraling to places unknown, while others drop silently down, barely noticed. Lucky the leaf at the very end who is embraced and taken far and gloriously…and all it needs to do is…surrender. I loved this thought and the whole canvas you painted…starring leaves. ❤️🌹🤗
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The same wind blowing through our lives wherever we may be, blowing us all ultimately, to the same destination. Such wonderful imagery, Joy. Loved the picture too. 🙏🏼💞🌺🔱
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thanks, Diti🙏🏼❤️ that divine wind can blow strongly at times too, catching us by surprise. we learn to be flexible🙏🏼❤️🙏🏼
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What a beautiful pondering my friend…and really who can say? The leaf has little (no) real power on its own to decide how and when it will join the rest spread out under the tree. Why does one ride a capricious gust of wind that could take it up and pirouetting, spiraling to places unknown, while others drop silently down, barely noticed. Lucky the leaf at the very end who is embraced and taken far and gloriously…and all it needs to do is…surrender. I loved this thought and the whole canvas you painted…starring leaves. ❤️🌹🤗
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So beautiful Joy. You yords and descriptions are so warm.
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ah, thanks Suzie!😘 i always appreciate your comments❤️🙏🏼❤️
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