I am out running and I notice a leaf falling to the ground.
This made me wonder.

Why did that leaf fall?

Did the tree decide to let it go? Was it the wind? Maybe both of them working together.

I don’t believe in separateness anymore…

So why did it fall now and not later, when it is more appropriate for trees to drop leafs?

In the silence I feel that it fell because the leaf or the stuff that makes up a leaf was needed somewhere else.

I think that I just witnessed a rearrangement of some sort. A complete transformation because the movement of that very leaf will change it forever. It will not return to the former form, at least not during its present life span. The decay that will follow is just a part of the process. The expression of life.

I cannot help seeing how beautiful this is.

The never-ending dance between the form and the formless.