Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Leaving Leafs

Its a grey, wet day here in Belgium.  

Most of the leaves have now fallen from the trees.  They carpet the forest floor in a mass of grey and brown.  

Yet not all the leaves.  A straggler caught my eye.   In the most vivid hues of red and orange it still sung its autumn song.   I picked one up.  Then another.  

The drizzle continued to fall.  A monk in the distance worked away in the garden.   I knelt.   A pattern of leaves soon took shape on the group before me.   Soon a yellow leaf caught my eye, then another still green.  It was almost as if the forest was building the mandala through me.

I smiled as I walked away.