Cling to leaves or let them go?

They [Thoughts]blow across his [mankind's] mind like wind swept leaves that form a patterning an instant, break apart to group again, and scamper off.
-ACIM; W-186:9:5

Leaves

Rustling about like oak leaves
 waiting for the snow to take them,
thoughts blow and rattle in our minds,
 creating a cacophony of noise.
Their music imprints  on our psyches.
Like nails down a chalkboard one moment
and the strings  of a classical symphony the next
the browning instruments play
a song of Dukkha.
Ever changing their direction,
this way and that way,
grabbing our attention,
 the chords pull the sap from our frozen roots
up to the surface where we,
 breathless from anticipation,
 wait in a disappointed state of,
 'This is it ??"
Then we feel the icy chill
as the fluid of Life once again
 plummets to the darkness below.
Up an down we  pull and drain,
laugh and weep,
hope and seek relief.
Yet,
numb from the storms
we perceive around us,
we cling,
not wanting these thoughts and images to go
from our weary but determined minds.
We plant down into the earth.
Steadfast we stand
against the ferocious, unpredictable weather 
and hold with all our might
to this which is familiar.
Over the noise that is created,
we cannot hear  the sweet and gentle Voice
that whistles through our branches:
"Let go!  Just Let go!
This that you hold onto  means nothing."


Only when we release the hold
of these ever changing leaves
and in silence and stillness
watch as they  scatter off
in a wind-swept ballet of perfection
will we breathe the way nature truly intends;
will we sigh and sink back into the steadiness of our trunks
and feel the peace of Life's seasonal soothing mantra
filling us to the core.
It is only when we stop clinging
and let go
that we will  know what it is to be alive,
and only then that we will  finally  be.

Dale-Lyn, July 2018

Okay...this just came out of me.  Was not what I intended to write this morning.  It was one of those "burp-ups'' I guess.  I do not question it.  I do not judge it for its literary value which is a good thing lol.  I just put it down when it comes out that fast. I just let it be.   It all came from reading Lesson 186 and hearing Eckhart Tolle say something to the effect ( and I paraphrase): we only suffer dukkha if we look for Self in thoughts and emotions.

The picture is a bit depressing this time of year but it does represent how stuck, dark, cold and numb we can feel if we continue to cling to that which no longer serves us, does it not? Anyway...I will lift up with another image in the  next entry.

This is simply what it is. I let go of it.

All is well