I sit with my japa meditation in Autumn
and the mantra arrives softly like leaves
falling to the ground. Each one making
a journey down. Each mantra landing
in my head and heart.
As I listen to the Name I too become
softer, the mind shedding cares like
the falling leaves.
And the warm colors blowing in the wind
remind me of the gopis, great lovers of Krishna
who also fall like the leaves in Autumn:
"The vibration of Krishna's flute is like a whirlwind
and the flickering minds of the gopis are like
straws and dry leaves. After they fall down
in the whirlwind they never rise again
but remain eternally at the lotus feet of Krsna."
Caitanya Caritamrita, Madhya Lila, 21.113