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[Not a poem but a thought fragment]

Like a little kid
Who broke open the kaleidoscope
To discover, to his disappointment,
That the intricate patterns inside
Were just the reflections on the mirrors
Of the boring world outside

The self
Broke open the mind
To discover, to its dispassion,
That the intricate patterns inside
Were just the reflections on the senses
Of the inactive world outside

On a carpet of fallen leaves
Stands a tree clothed with ripe old leaves
That all look the same, wavering in the cool breeze ...

Suddenly, one of them begins to fall.

How unique its fall!

Gently, gently
Twirling, gently
It moves down

The leaf moves
The wind moves
The earth moves
The mind moves

What is it really?

The moment it hits the ground
It is part of the fall carpet;
They all look the same

From oneness to oneness
Journeys the autumn leaf
With its fall.