The lost leaf is:
flying your will
into a storm
of regret;
chasing a dream
by sleeping with
imagination;
falling into bliss
before reaching
its reverie.

Your will
is flying,
but
your mood
is dry.

Why are we
all weeping
as a silent
nemesis
blessed
by your
[inner]
war?

Your will
is chasing,
but
there is
no rivalry.

Why are we
all beating
the forest
of amity
as if in
dreams
we were
solid?

Your will
is falling,
but your
emotion
is
lifeless.

Why are we
all sleepwalking
in the land
of the infinite?

Bliss is just
a sight away.

Bliss is just
a sense away.

Bliss is just
a love away.

Bliss is just
[a leaf | you]
away.

Generally we strive for bliss or great happiness, but within our struggle comes a belief of not having. In such belief, our will becomes a slave of our thoughts. Each thought generates an emotion that cripples happiness. I use the word bliss to describe a peaceful happiness, one that does not relate directly to an emotion, but can be affected by it. In this state of bliss, which is peace there is only love. If you are a lost leaf, how can you find peace? If you are searching for something outside of yourself, how can you distinguish bliss when it could not be in front of you (but inside of you)? Maybe, bliss is only a breath away… Just maybe, emotions and thoughts are structures that cripple bliss.