Good morning!
On the way here we saw golden leaves strewn heavily on the street. Actually only yesterday we saw those beautiful colored leaves on the trees. There is a haiku poem:
Falling maples,
Non-falling maples,
Are also falling maples.
Chiru momiji
Chiranu momiji mo
Chiru momiji
散るもみじ
散らぬもみじも
散るもみじ
Some leaves fall and some remain, depending on wind, rain, place, and holding force, but eventually all fall.
A monk asked, “How is it when trees wither and leaves fall?”
Yumen said, “The body is exposed to the golden wind.”
When clouds clear, the beautiful bright full moon shines forth in the clear calm sky.
10/12/11
