The Path
Leaves shook themselves free from the branches that held them
And flew to where time has no beginning
And no end!
There, they remained, rooted
Transfixed, unable to move
For the glory of it all was astounding!
There, they knew they could turn into whatever they wanted
From caterpillars to mighty butterflies
From cannibalistic plants to innocent graceful looking flowers
From beauteous beings to rogue giants
Why, there, where life is as is yet unknown to man
Leaves love it there for they feel comforted and safe!
Similarly, like those leaves stuck on branches, I strive to break free
To tear my chains apart
To float in the sea of mundane existence
To be submerged not with the pleasures of life
Why, if I could be a leaf
I would have strived not so much
I would have let myself be propelled by the winds
Winds being but caring angels shrouded in invisibility
Winds knowing where my destination does be!
But then, the human fate is different
The human fate is to act and to suffer of the consequences thereof
The human's path towards the same destination
Is somewhat different from that of the leaf's!
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