It is the time of year for the leaf ghosts to appear and then disappear, as ghosts will do. If you live in a city, you may not have seen a leaf ghost. They are in cities, of course, but they are harder to find. Here in Maine, the leaf ghosts are everywhere in the fall.
The leaves fall from the trees and
they land on the dirt roads. People,
deer, horses, and cars trample the leaves into the road. You would think that they would just dry up,
smash into tiny pieces, and dissipate into the wind, but that isn’t what
happens. They land on the dirt roads,
and if they are not blown away by the wind back onto the forest floor, they get
trampled into the road. More and more
pressure is added, and eventually the leaf becomes two-dimensional, flattening
right into the road. There it stays,
exactly as it fell and in the same form, and then slowly it begins to
fade. It takes a while for it to fade
completely, and you can see the leaf-ghost shape for quite some time.
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| Several leaf ghosts on the road with three new fallen leaves. |
One day I realized that the road
was alive. So many living things--or
things that were at least once alive--get pressed into the road. Large animals get carried off by the coyotes,
but small snakes, spiders, leaves, etc., just become a part of the road. Their shape stays exactly the same, and they
slowly fade into and then become the road.
This doesn’t happen on concrete because concrete is manmade. Harsh manmade items cannot blend with natural
items, and Nature has decreed it will remain thus so. This is how you will know where the secret pulse
of life is and where it is not. This is
a sign post.
Eventually, the leaf ghosts
disappear altogether, at least in form. But
where has their Prana gone? It has gone
into the road. The road has absorbed the
life, and life just keeps piling on top of life. I’ve realized that everything eventually
becomes the road, and the road is everything.
Therefore, dirt is God.
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| A leaf half way on its journey to becoming a ghost. |
