Each week I go to the temple, to connect and meditate a little. Lunch is served to those who come to the temple. To sit with people… in silence and eat the food.. is for me special in many ways. I wrote this poem this morning.

Autumn ripeness comes before the dark, seeing that all things are not lasting.

Nothing in the cry of the fading
trees and flowers, can fill the void of a dark path trending.

And yet, eternity reveals itself- picking up time not clinging to anything.

A falling leaf nature and early winter rain, speak their silent ways – gentle in speech and actions.