Still A Mystery

Still A Mystery

I think of the Leaves rustling and then falling in the silence of the cold November night…it has to happen…and soon they will be gone…that’s how it is…this fleeting thing…I know everything has to end…and then I look out the window and, there in the dark sky, I see the moon…it is still a mystery to me…

(I photographed this image at Charles Sauriol Conservation Area, Toronto, Ontario)

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About Virgilio Gavia

Interests: poetry, photography, writing (prose and poetry), walking/hiking, reading (non-fiction and books of poetry) drinking coffee and herbal teas, camping, fishing, contemplating, solitude, silence, traveling, faded jeans, meaningful conversation, wabi-sabi, haiku, tanka, Jazz, Classical, oldies, all the books of Thomas Merton, Joseph Campbell, Thomas Moore, John O'Donohue, Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Mark Strand, ancient Chinese and Japanese poets, The Bible, spirituality, philosophy, psychology, sociology, history, humanities and the arts.
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4 Responses to Still A Mystery

  1. bussokuseki says:

    They are so beautiful in their individual, small deaths… Be well~

  2. maskednative says:

    Beautiful photo Virgilio, for a moment, the mystery is within our grasp, and maybe we know enough.

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