The Peace of Autumn
Today the peace of autumn pervades the world.
In the radiant noon, silent and motionless, the wide stillness rests like a tired bird.
Spreading over the deserted fields to all horizons its wings of golden green.
Today the thin thread of the river flows without song, leaving no mark on its sandy banks.
The many distant villages bask in the sun with eyes closed in idle and languid slumber.
In the stillness I hear in every blade of grass,
In every speck of dust, in every part of my own body, in the visible and invisible worlds,
In the planets, the sun, and the stars, the joyous dance of the atoms through endless time.