When every autumn
leaf has fallen.
How much suffering is left?
The same as before.
I cannot change everything.
Or ignore the heart- rendering tears.
That sound in the quiet nights.
But, I can listen to the earth.
And my inner-voice.
That tells me that everything
comes, and everything goes.
And with a smiling heart
and a willing soul.
Do what I can to help
all sentient beings.
Savour the joys of days,
and nights.