Change of seasons and all the things I notice about it

It comes twice. Early April and late September. In strikingly similar style yet different notes - the change of seasons. The days become windier, sunnier and alive with anticipation for something unknown that is coming. For all these years it has been Nature that has been bringing things to my notice. This year it has been some unresolved issues now falling into place, or so it seems, which have stressed this pattern in my world. Time indeed speaks silently...

and it makes things come to pass. Scars lighten, the mown grass grows back again, things begin to move.Yet,we fret over things and people failing to see the phantasmagoria of human emotions we weave around us and knowingly subject ourselves to.


 I only hope that we don't live our lives chasing these shadows, trying to grasp the meaning of life, trying to make sense of our own personal lives...sometimes I wish we lived our lives only in our actions, only in our lived life instead of the tick tock of a clock time. At the same time I also know that that cannot be and that there is a reason for this. That is why it is wishful thinking on my part.

A sense of being full up to the brim, a smooth, rippleless surface. No spilling nor wanting in its brimming awareness. I like it this way.