Autumn is high and cool, and the northern geese fly south.

The leaves fell.

The leaves fell silently, without publicity, resentment, or sadness, but just fell smoothly to the ground, looking so quiet, so serene, so peaceful, so beautiful.

Is it not conscious, it has no mind, it has no soul?

No, no, by no means.

Because, it knows, it understands, it understands, this is an objective law, it is not subject to its own will, it is no choice, and it is also unavoidable.

From birth to death, it's just a process.

In spring, the earth warms up and everything sprouts.

The leaves, which are being reborn, grow tender leaves, are light green.

In summer, the sun is shining and everything is prosperous.

The leaves, which are growing wildly, grow fat leaves, are deep green.

In autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and everything is ripe.

The leaves, which are focused, grow astringent, ripe leaves, are thick yellow.

It understands that when autumn passes, it will be winter.

It can't grow in the winter, it's time for it to die.

It has no future, the future is born again, it is new life.

It has to give new life a cradle of survival, and it can't perch on tree branches perched perched perch.

It wants new life to take its place, to multiply from generation to generation, and to be reborn from generation to generation.

This is a matter of course.

So, in the fall, when the leaves ripen and grow old, it dies peacefully, falls down, falls into the dust.

Perhaps, it has one last bit of flickering - that is, it will be turned into fertilizer to nourish the rebirth and crazy growth of the next generation!

(Friday, October 12, 2012)