Stardust on Autumn Leaves

There’s a door through every form of deadness, Marking the beginning of a fresh era, The cosmos heralds its emergence, Life forms at the gate of the deep. The silence within every deadness speaks volumes, It takes an unperturbed heart to listen and understand, And a tranquil soul to discern the path to another realm, The elements will support those who are willing to journey there. There’s a beauty hidden in the night, Mysteries emerge from the night’s cloak, The mind transcends and descends with the uncommon, And a stream flows along with its descent. Nature is saddened when mortals remain aloof from its light, The cosmos weeps when we refuse to ascend its ladder, Look out from autumn’s window, And find your stars in the dusk. November 12, 2024.