Last autumn I had a revelation.
I watched an orange leaf fall from a birch tree,
and land,
just as it was.
And at that moment I saw how ridiculous
I was.
Perhaps I should mention here that in
all the taxonomic literature concerning
the macrocosm of leaves,
there has yet to be,
as far as we know,
any spontaneous crossing of species, genus or class.
To put it plain,
the birch leaf, having been freed
from it’s source, still,
does not meet the ground as an oak leaf.
Perhaps I should also mention at this point
that the evening prior to the falling birch leaf,
at a notable gathering,
I had attempted to catch the eye
of a significant person,
hoping thereby,
to extract and keep,
a stipule of significance for myself.
Now, to find yourself ridiculous
is hardly the end.
It is more like a happy beginning.
The eyes meet soul to soul and leave the beauty of personal integrity on spirit meadow. Thanks Steve
And how wonderful, Stephen, that at our ages, whatever they be, we can continue to learn genuineness, at the expense of our foolish selves. Thank you for this freeing, encouraging poem and the challenge to believe that who we are is a gift, in and of itself..
Thanks for your lyrical response Ray.
Thank you Ann, for kind and encouraging words.
Sounds almost Biblical, even Divine, “I am that I am”!
Ah, thanks for that Ike.
What lovely words to ponder after our day of Thanksgiving. A weekend for family and for inner reflection.
Thank you Diane. Enjoy your Thanksgiving weekend!