If I can let you go as trees let go
Their leaves, so casually, one by one;
If I can come to know what they do know,
That fall is the release, the consummation,
Then fear of time and the uncertain fruit
Would not distemper the great lucid skies
This strangest autumn, mellow and acute.
If I can take the dark with open eyes
And call it seasonal, not harsh or strange
(For love itself may need a time of sleep),
And, treelike, stand unmoved before the change,
Lose what I lose to keep what I can keep,
The strong root still alive under the snow,
Love will endure – if I can let you go.
May Sarton, Autumn Sonnets
When we experience pure silence in the mind, the body becomes silent also.
And in that field of silence, healing is much more efficient.
Or even on the wet and windy autumn morning we have here in Ireland…
What do love and hate matter when I am here alone
listening to the sound of the rain
late on this autumn evening
Dogen, 1200 – 1253
One does not see anything
until one sees its beauty
There was another life that I might have had,
But I am having this one.
Eternity isn’t some later time. Eternity isn’t a long time. Eternity has nothing to do with time. Eternity is that dimension of here and now which thinking and time cuts out. This is it. And if you don’t get it here, you won’t get it anywhere. And the experience of eternity right here and now is the function of life.