it's truly that we don't know, an impossibility of nothing that leaves us firmly in the grip of indescribable mystery. Today I viewed tree forsaken of leaves that just days ago offered a bright display of color, it's a seasonal conclusion to the vibrant life brought by the green of spring and summer. I understand this cycle, a witness to the seasonal grace of season coming to an end in the same moment another comes to begin. Yet what mystery urges an exact wind to reach a leaf that clings for just this instant in its reach? In the aftermath of its fall, what will be nourished in its decay for a spring release? Is this new life separate from that which offered itself for its arrival? There's an interplay of life, everything touched upon another so seamlessly it's impossible to say there truly is another. This includes my observation - my inquiry lending me to this unanswerable moment of wonder. I don't know anything beyond seeing a tree in the autumn of its existence, the experience of my observation, and the mystery that somehow brought this moment all together.
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Peace,
Eric
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