The Melancholy of Fall Leaves

The melancholy of autumn leaves is palpable everywhere you go—the natural carpet whispers: “I am already here,” revealing its name to those who tread upon it; it sings a song of thousands of walks each year; at every moment as we experience this melancholic autumn, the spirit and its awakening from the deepest recesses of our inner being move higher and deeper each day, yet this does not disrupt the synchronicity with the overwhelming power of everything, which draws from the environment in which we currently live—this depth and intensity of existence can be beautiful, joyful, and exhausting—therefore, thoughts must remain in the transparency of existence, above earthly egos that offer no answers or solutions to the greatest tasks, questions, and struggles of the being in the now just touch the moment make it free and open in everywhere and take your mind above the murky sphere