Leathery green and ancient,
strength in the shape of a fan
– the gingko leaf,
unassuming from a distance,
up close a marvel that makes you feel privileged to see
Among its fellow fans,
a September spectacle.
– enjoying life while green and life while yellow,
not falling into the human trap of discontent when a phase of life
does not exactly meet your needs.
Am I happier when single or in union with another?
Am I more myself when accomplished or when acknowledging failure?
Do I thrive when rooted to the ground, or when following the whims of my daydreams?
Or could it be, like the gingko, peace does not come
in a certain state,
but in the knowing of the impermanence of
It takes one cold snap,
or a sudden burst of wind,
for all the leaves to surrender to their autumn role.
If they hold on the tree will die,
so with kindness they fall,
(how considerate they are)
so that their host will retain the nourishment it needs
to survive the winter.
Gliding from one moment to the next,
just as you nurture your own roots,
transformation being the only option,
holding your beauty both in reverence and with tenderness
so that when it is your turn to turn yellow,
it does not surprise you
Beautiful. Lovely photo too!
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