Autumn, yet again…

The autumn shades serve a reminder that letting go might have been a lesson, but the essence of it had been an experience worth remembering, the fall had been a grace; as graceful as her presence which had then propelled my spirit to soar and now fuels me into writing. There was but a time when I wouldn’t find the zeal to write, I wasn’t then aware of the fact that there would come a time when I would get stuck at something which would go on to outshine everything that would exist, I might have chosen to let go, but then; I had always been a master at one sided affairs: of the heart, of the mind and now of my thoughts, for each time I try to focus at something else; my mind chooses to lead me astray : towards something which I had let go.

They say; “Letting go is tough”; yes, it is; but it is beautiful nonetheless, for you don’t have it any longer, you can’t claim it back, you don’t own it either, you have to yourself just the memories of it: the precious ones, a treasure full, a hidden chest somewhere within, and there comes a season when it all shows up. The nature around you exhibits it’s presence all around, and all within you: the lesson and the significance of it blooming and falling: all at the same time. The withering and sprouting of new leaves is just but another cycle, the new leaves shall fall over too, but the roots and the trunk remain, don’t they?? And, that’s all about it, manifestation is but a process, the autumn shade is indeed a stark reminder.

The act of letting go is a choice, often a deliberate one; what isn’t deliberate is the reminder we are served by things around us, the autumn leaves and the night jasmines, the cool shade and the light breeze, for something brings back the rushes of things left behind: thoughts, smiles and at times a face. It does nothing, rather adds to the beauty of the season, another reason to celebrate and be grateful, new leaves might sprout, yet the root remains firm, seeking and soaking and absorbing; the mind does the same: reflects and contemplates, gathers and discards; and absorbs all that remains: the goodness of all that existed, and that is what it’ll take to sustain itself and withstand a dry spell.

And, that’s what it is like: autumn and blessings all around, each fallen night jasmine a blessing to be gathered, and to be grateful about. Each jasmine a reflection, a mirror and often reflecting just one face, that smile and as the shade lightens, the season reminds me it was but a lesson: the very best, the most enriching and the most significant. I shall let it go again, the mind shall breed new ideas yet it’ll stay grounded, firmly rooted and the trunk: my soul, it will await the onset of autumn again.