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.