A few leaves yet cling to the branches of the magnificent oak outside my window. They glow golden brown in the morning sun. There is a beauty in their brittle grasp. I remember when that tree pushed forth its pale green buds when the Earth once again warmed in its season then emerged in full leaf. Birds found their home among its branches: a sonorous population.
Letting go of life, you find it. Letting go of the cares and trials of life you find a gentle loving peace.
Letting go of fears, embracing the Mystery, you realize life unending.
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