“The leaves do not fall,
They detach themselves in a supreme gesture of generosity
and deep of wisdom:
The sheet that does not hold on to the branch
and throws himself into the void of the air
Know the deep beat of a life
that is always in motion
and in attitude of renewal.

The sheet that is released understands and accepts
that the empty space left by it
It is the generous matrix that will house the outbreak of a new leaf.

(…) Each blade in the air
He is whispening to the soul
Get off! Give yourself! Leave yourself! And trust!

(…) I recognize and confess publicly,
Before this public of leaves moving
to the compass of the morning air,
that I am a tree that it is difficult to release many of its leaves.
I am afraid of the uncertainty of the new outbreak.
I feel so comfortable and sure with these predictable leaves,
With these perennial habits,
With these fixed behaviors,
With these entrenched thoughts,
With this already known environment …

I want, at this time, add to that wisdom,
generosity and beauty of the leaves that «drop.»

I want to throw myself to this autumnal abyss
that immerses me in a real space of faith,
Trust, splendidity and donation.

I know that when I am who is released,
From his own consciousness and freedom,
Being off the branch is much less painful
And more beautiful. «

Text by José María Toro, extracted from the book «The wisdom of living»