It is fall and it is lovely. The intense colours of trembling leaves, struggling, detaching, gliding and intimately kissing the ground. Moments blossom to re-write history and to reveal a kind of certainty that only the sacred is qualified to define. And as everything departs, everything also returns to a certain special place that our heart intimately knows from the beginning of time. Bittersweet existence, fragile, but immensely beautiful.
And then I looked at those dried wildflowers and roses on my table and the stack of books for a couple of minutes and I just know. They silently narrate the story.
And you have Rumi too, inggit ako. You are lucky to have that thick volume of Kahlil Gibran. Is it complete?
Mary Oliver reads Rumi everyday… Hafez is also one of the best persian poets…some claim he is much better than Rumi…that Gibran’s book contains lots of his writings but not all.
I only have the thin paperback copies of Gibran’s writings.
Lots of wisdom in those paperback copies 🙂
So wonderful, Virgilio.
Thanks, Melanie, for the encouraging words.
Capturing the departing season alongside the still and timeless, all life in process. Nice post Virgilio.
Thanks for the nice thoughts, Teri…departing, still, timeless…all profound words…movement, non-movement…they go together…they wonderfully complement one another…
Just delicious – many congratulations Virgilio.
Thanks, Hariod, for the encouraging words.
Bravo Virgilio Gavia. 🙂
Thanks, Nomzi, for the kind words. 🙂
Good evening Virgilio. 🙂
Good evening too, Nomzi. 🙂
walking home
from school
~
we stop
at the river
~
the salmon
have returned
nice one, Geo…thanks…the salmon returned home to regenerate. 🙂