There are sadnesses we carry within us,
each of us,
all of us.
Sadnesses that not even we may know,
or be in touch with,
or be aware of,
or want to acknowledge,
are here in us
at this very moment.
And they are shaping us,
tugging at our emotions,
twisting our thoughts.
They can be a source of strength
if we will let them.
They can and will teach us much
if we will let them.
What lies beneath each sadness?
What is holding it up?
What is keeping it alive?
What is giving it its security?
What is it waiting for us to release?
And why do I feel a deep sadness
as I see these beautiful autumn leaves
scattered on the ground before me?
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