The Art of Letting Go

The ones who read will say
That the ocean covers 71% of the Earth’s surface,
And the rest is land.

The ones who see will say
That the ocean is the final destination
For rivers that flow from the mountains and plains.

But the ones who know will say
That the ocean has mastered the art of letting go
With every wave that rushes towards the shore.

Yes, it lets go of grains of sand
And those, in turn, build the coast.
Yes, it lets go of precious shells, pearls, and many more.

And, it’s worth giving a thought
To what would have been if this were not.
What if the ocean held everything inside itself?

The answer, my friends, is very simple.
For, if the ocean hoarded it all,
It would cease to exist and completely lose its form.

So there it is, now you also know –
Letting go is not a recipe for loss,
But a path for life and growth.

A Season Called Autumn

Somewhere on the horizon
Between Summer and Winter
Lies a bridge named Autumn
That links them both together.

As warm turns to chilly cold,
And the leaves prepare to fall,
They turn red, orange, and gold
For a final round of applause.

Only Nature can pull this off.
A show of Death, so beautiful.
A bright and fiery curtain call.
Before She becomes icy cool.

As the air turns cold and crisp,
It’s time to wear the woolens,
And apples await to be picked
Along with plumpy pumpkins.

The fields yield their harvest.
Folks gather for Thanksgiving.
They remember the departed
On the day of spooky Halloween.

Autumn is a season of change.
It’s the season of letting go.
It screams of happiness in endings,
And celebrates Life’s perpetual flow.