The intelligence of plants and trees never stops surprising me. When we are saying: we have time we are cheating ourselves. Time allows us to be and use the moments we are in.
It’s a wonderfully warm and sunny fall morning. Quite rare pleasant warmth and undisturbed sunshine. It’s not interrupted by offensive noises, like loud music or silly human talk. This morning is filled only with birds’ chatter and soft whispers of leaves as they walk down the tree. The garden responds to the gift of the nature: everything that can is in bloom.
We as humans waste our time and do not use it in our favor. Look at the garden plants: they know what time is and they know when to push themselves to the full potential. This morning is magic with all the plants putting out their last blooms before the frost takes them away.
This post is short because words are limiting when it comes to describing beauty. The immense range of great emotions this beauty evokes is to tell us we do not have to go anywhere, but stay in the middle of this breathtaking landscape.
So, take this moment and blossom in it!
Nobody described the fall and our travels in the Universe better than Rainer Maria Rilke:
Herbst
Die Blätter fallen, fallen wie von weit,
als welkten in den Himmeln ferne Gärten;
sie fallen mit verneinender Gebärde.
Und in den Nächten fällt die schwere Erde
aus allen Sternen in die Einsamkeit.
Wir alle fallen. Diese Hand da fällt.
Und sieh dir andre an: es ist in allen.
Und doch ist Einer, welcher dieses Fallen
unendlich sanft in seinen Händen hält.
I encourage you to study German language. Nothing ever replaces the original. I translated this poem into Latvian many years ago, approximately in 1985. Since most people have no idea what Latvian language is like, I won’t insert it here. However, I’m attaching a quick rendering of Rainer Maria Rilke’s poem “Herbst” into English done by me. It’s my interpretation and how I experience this particular poem which resonates with me at this moment.
Fall
The leaves are falling as if from the distance,
as if in heavens gardens far-away are wilting;
these leaves are falling with denying motion.
And during nights, the heavy earth is falling
from all the stars into the loneliness.
We all are falling. This hand here is in fall.
And look at other one: it’s all around us.
But yet, there is One, who is holding
this falling never-ending-gently in his hands.
For illustration, I’m adding my garden gallery.
My roses
Absolutely beautiful
Bright orange nasturtium
Deep purple blooms
… and yellow
Extra colorful geranium
Pink hibiscus
So many and so bright
More geraniums and
more nasturtium
Enjoy the weather if it’s as good in your place!
