Lo! The leaves 'even flowers' 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 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, oranges, 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.