A leaf falls

a dry leaf fell, consigned to dust it knew life flows on as it must it had no desires to fulfil ways of God it hand learnt to trust having fully surrendered will easy was soul’s ascent uphill being from dark desires unchained heart was at peace, blissful and still another leaf fell, its soul stained detachment in heart, not ingrained desire caused it to be reborn that it may be slowly retrained oh hermit, unless ego’s shorn we ourselves subject soul to scorn knowing not light of God within heeding not call of love’s bliss horn