“What is the source of being?”
You ask.

No more than knowing
the existence of life.
Seeing how some shadows
can make things prettier.
How the raindrops dance,
and the rumble of thunder is
the only thing that is real.
And one more thing.
Allow the falling leaves,
to cross your mind
from time to time.
But do not become too attached.
Then you may recognize
that the bitter taste of life is
greatly overemphasized.