I stood ‘neath the trees on a breezy fall afternoon. Each gust, each breath drew leaves from each branch above, all joyfully spinning and wafting back to the soils below.
I watched in wonder this playful aerial ballet, leaves returning to rest after a summer of Sun and sway, turning the light of Being into the light of life. Energy of the crown down into the roots embedded in the earth.
The joys I saw touched my heart, stretched into soul and became a profound vision of souls returning to source.
Seeing such simplicity with the eyes of the Godhead, the entire forest yielding, returning, alighting with delight back to these soils of Being.
I saw with the eyes of a parent, the children returning. Bliss!