I slept and dreamt that life was joy
I woke and saw that life was service
I acted and behold! service was joy.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
One leaf left on a branch
and not a sound of sadness
or despair. One leaf left
on a branch and no unhappiness.
One leaf left all by itself
in the air and it does not speak
of loneliness or death.
One leaf and it spends itself
in swaying mildly in the breeze.