One prophetic day in autumn
I could sense that winter was approaching.
That there weren't going to be
many more days like this.
So I spent the afternoon at my quiet place
listening to the wind,
and watching the leaves fall from the trees.
I could hear the voice of the wind
whispering something in my ear.
Could it have been trying to tell me
that it was time for them to fall?
Just as I was drifting off to sleep
I was awakened by the sound of rustling leaves.
I opened my eyes expecting to see
a deer, or some other animal.
But it was just two people - two ordinary people
walking hand in hand along the path.
Just like two others who'd walked before.
I watched them as they walked on
leaving me alone again - alone with my thoughts.
I am not afraid of being alone for being alone's sake.
But I'm often envious
and I tremble at the thought of being lonely.
I'm afraid of being unwanted and unloved.
I'm afraid of being unappreciated and unsuccessful.
I'm afraid of being just one of those leaves
lying on the ground.
But I'm not afraid of oblivion.
I'm not afraid of the abyss.
I ignore the whispering of the wind
and let myself drift back to sleep.
Mark Sebring (2010)
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"I'm no longer convinced that
everything has a purpose.
When I sleep without dreams
I'll no longer pine for Eden."