Autumn Meditation

Push envy for the leaves aside as you put yourself in their place.
Accept sunlight upon your face.
Your eyes are closed with the weight of pebbles from the stream bed. Feel the gift of their warmth.
Let your mouth fall open and take the wafer of the sun upon your tongue. Feel it spread. As it melts, it becomes honey and your mouth fills with the color yellow. Its sweetness drips from the corners of your mouth, down your chin, across your collarbones, and to your heart. There, it drops to pluck the cordae tender. Allow yourself this ache, this desire. Let it fill you and open your chest to it.

Now you hear only strings as they are pulled past rosewood, ebony and maple. The violins call to the cellos and together they gather their moans as you settle into their arms. The brass has been dismissed except for a french horn that blows its missive behind a boxwood. It is your envy. You can leave it here. Nature will absorb it. Open your eyes. See the sunlight on the leaves. Appreciate. Celebrate.