Oh my beautiful leaves!
But I was watching many such leaves as still lay on the world but their pale, orange-colours were displaying the glory of their renunciation or detachment. In their ochre-colour, these leaves were making friends with my inner spirit of asceticism. It seems today, that not only I but even the leaves are in the state of detachment.
Swaying in the motion of strong puffs of breeze, these ascetical leaves are engaged in their ascetical practices. The faint murmur with its echo gives an idea of swaying in the state of meditation and divine remembrance.
Today, I realize that only a perfectly detached state can fully apprehend what is true renunciation and the cause of the pangs of separation? What is nature’s pang of separation? Without destroying one’s ego, it is not possible to achieve a truly perfect life. I feel that these leaves, also know that the imperfection of any action is always an indication of inability and incapacity of its doer. They have realize that the end of no action can be incompletion, and likewise the end of the state of renunciation takes place in the state of true perfection….Oh Life! you are a Beauty