As Summer turns into Fall

As Summer turns into Fall,
And leaves start changing color
Turning brown, red and gold,
And as the hair turns grey,
Or starts to fall,
Do you ponder,
Which is the trail
To go yonder?
In search of not searching,
In need of not needing,

As the crossroads you reach,

without doing much math,

You choose the poet’s path,

Towards the kingdom
of peace, Harmony and wisdom,

Ksemendra in Kavikanthabharanam, a thwefth-century verse treatise on poetic training, compared poets to Nature Sentinels:
With his own eyes a poet
Observes the shape of a leaf.
He knows how to make
people laugh
and studies the nature of each living thing.
The features of oceans and mountains,
The motions of sun, moon and stars.
His thoughts turn with the seasons.
He goes among different peoples
Learning their landscapes,
Learning their languages.

And to you, Dear One who are reading this simple words of dreams and love, may the following Apache Blessing be fulfilled for you:

May the Sun
Bring you energy by day,

May The Moon
Softly restore you by night.

May the Rain
Wash away your worries,

May the Breeze
blow new strength into your being.

May You Walk
Gently through the world and know
It’s beauty all the days of your life.