Autumn, I think, is my favorite time. The oppressive summer is over and it’s like the beginning of a new stage. I have read that its name comes from the Latin «autumnus», word that can mean the rise of life, its fullness.
In autumn, nature seems to detach itself from what is not essential. Following in its footsteps, we too can let go of what is no longer useful to us.
The metamorphosis of the world changes us as well.
In Chinese philosophy, autumn is a yin season, tending to the receptive, to intuition and to internalization.
According to the Buddha, “our existence is as transient as the autumn clouds”.
It is autumn time, creation enters a dream and spends hours and hours in the shade, in the gloom, huddled in the secret embrace of Mother Earth.
Posted as part of Lens-Artists: Autumn