Lord: it is time. The summer was generous.
Lay your shadows onto the sundials
and let loose the winds upon the fields.
Command the last fruits to be full,
give them yet two more southern days,
urge them to perfection, and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.
Who now has no house, builds no more.
Who is now alone, will long remain so,
will stay awake, read, write long letters
and will wander restlessly here and there
in the avenues, when the leaves drift.
let your mind wander with the frail and deep beauty of change……
inquiry for today~ is it ok to not notice the shift in subtle movement from sun to mist? from summer to fall? from light to heavy? find a new time to notice…..
Every season has its own art and the art of autumn is to bewitch the people!
~Mehmet Murat ildan