Today dawn brings the sound of wind in the trees - colorful leaves litter the ground and grey clouds streak the sky. Who am I within the shift of seasons?
In the autumn of my life, entering my 59th year next month, I have to ask - who am I? A fiercer need to know arises from time to time, like floodwaters or desert temperatures. How do others define themselves? How do they define ME?
I can do thus and such; I feel this and that; I knew it once but it escapes me now. Beliefs have become like the leaves outside, blown hither and yon. Thoughts, too, are wispier, and dreams of achievement are faded or tarnished. Will I know myself in 10 years time? Did I know myself 10 minutes ago?
I seek refuge in the Buddha, hoping for wisdom to polish me, shine me up.
I pay homage to Mother Nature, there is peace there in the rhythms and patterns.
There is so much yet to be discovered, shared, acknowledged, deciphered, discarded - i experience delightenment even as enlightenment beckons.
And so it is...
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