A series of photographs taken by Darpan.
Autumn is making its way.
Its spread of fawn colors unfolds before our eyes, almost imperceptibly, like an aging body. Some days, the landscape gets a blow of old age, all at once, thanks to a gust of wind or a cold snap. The leaves soon fall, swirling in a last dance. I wrap myself up.
Autumn symbolizes this personal stripping, this inescapable detachment from the person we think we are. This essential nakedness is an inner reality resulting from our personal extinction, the falling away of all “leaves”.
Every step in this wonderful autumn season resounds with the sense of this inner stripping, this strange and demanding internal shedding process. It faces us with the following evidence: what is leaving us cannot be what we really are, but only a part of our self we had become attached and identified to.
Trees are wiser than we are, they don’t retain their leaves.
Autumn is the harmony of chaos, the one that I endeavored to discover within as everything collapsed. As Nature becomes a living painting outside, I’m melting, merging and disappearing into the radiant transparency of the impersonal. Death has never been so beautiful, just like the fallen leaves.