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Love is my Spring...Silence is my Fall... Prayer is my Summer and In Winter, I am free as a snow flakes



Lo! The leaves falling from the trees are repeating my life. 
It seems to me that they, 
also, 
deliverance from their life’s desire to enjoy the zest of infinity
 in the open sky. 


As the leaves are frisking about on the roadside, 
they seem to be symbolizing my own freedom.
 I feel the leaves boredom by the happiness
 and 
protection retained from the trees which constitute their world, 
and
 by taking the yoke of servitude off their necks have chosen
 the path of struggle for a free life.


Today the leaves also have realized 
that compared to the facilities provided by life of servitude,
 the lack of protection in a free, 
independent life is far better. 

Today the leaves also bedecking themselves like me
 in grey-garments are enjoying the zest of life. 
The life of the leaves and my life are waving together
 in a beautiful companionship. 
Then the freedom of the leaves 
and 
my freedom combined together, 
flying in the luxury Sky;
 as the leaves had realized 
that as long as they depended on the protection granted by the world, 
they would have to become thorn-pricks of Autumn.
 But I was watching many such leaves as still lay on the world
 but their pale, orange - colors were displaying the glory 
of their renunciation or detachment. 
In their ochre - color, these leaves were making friends
 with my inner spirit of asceticism.
 It seems today,
 that not only I but even the leaves are in the state of detachment. 
Swaying in the motion of strong puffs of breeze, 
these ascetically leaves are engaged in their ascetically practices. 
The faint murmur with its echo gives an idea of swaying
 in the state of meditation 
and 
divine remembrance. 


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