Autumn leaves

[Original in German]

It is autumn. The leaves fall ceaselessly. No wind shakes them to the ground. The movement is natural, sure. Nature is said to be going to sleep; even the thought of death is voiced. The end of the light is mentioned. Melancholy wants to rise, as if something good were over.

Nothing of the sort is true! On the contrary! In front of our eyes a living renewal process is taking place. Clearing out, cleaning up, is going on. Space is being made for a further development, for new growth in the earth's continuity of life.

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