Leaf blowing in the autumn wind
Chased, for it’s beauty
Glowing the bright colors of the earth.
She chased it, with all her breath
Racing with the wind
To catch up with the apparition.
It slowed, and she almost caught it.
Teasing, a sudden gust blew it
Just out of her reach.
Across golden fields she ran
Through dark forests,
Obscured by the fog.
Up hills strewn with rocks
Through meadows fragrant with flower
She chased the dream of holding the leaf.
Always, just out of her reach.
She let go the desire
To hold the leaf, to feel every facet
To know it was real.
She watched, as it blew out of sight.
Skywalking, she sees
as above, so below
As within, so without.
No footprints were left in the clouds.
No sign that her spirit floated by
She reached for a star,
To guide her
She reached within
To discern her path.
She saw the beautiful earth
The bluest deepest oceans teeming with life,
The green forests full of tall trees,
The mountains scraping the clouds with majestey
The deserts, vast and simple.
Was it an illusion?
Or mixed with reality?
Unsure, but greater
She walked home
To this earth
Where she tread softly still
Leaving no mark upon this earth.
Grateful to walk,
And to fly when she wanted.
‘Twas love that lifted her
To the sky.
‘Twas love that brought her home again.
In the end, there is only love.
Always and everlasting.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images