Falling Leaves of Autumn
Imagine, a leaf floating gently down a tree in the autumn of life, twirling a-spinning in the air like a ballerina in the last Movement to land with such sweet delicateness, without a sound, called Grace.
We have just witnessed the getting on of a new retiree, the beginning of an old gold - yellow, brown and red of age. Now stripped and parted from the main - the busy a-bustling vascular system - it now sit, grounded and looking up what that has been, before.
To retire gracefully is to love the serenity of being out. Out of the active system yet keeping your new self steadfast afoot of the tree of life, engaging in a disengaging way of a gentle old soul who neither fight nor struggle but rustling and dancing along, listening, smelling and seeing with renewed senses the beauty of Life with none other than our old whimsical Wind.
Let her bring you where your destiny be. Gold, yellow, brown or red, you nourishes the tree with your sweet kindly presence. Till one day, if you could imagine, stopping at the impeccable stillness of that ethereal ballerina, frozen in timelessness. Give yourself a good long bow.
The lark that you are in retirement finally returns to Good Earth. Back to the system we have never left actually.
Wisdom, if you would imagine, is to realize the heavens is here and now. Enjoy it to the fullest. Be free. It is so noble to be falling leaves. Falling yet not falling but rising to the heights of the heavens.
- Joseph Lai
