Watching a leaf fall at Fort Canning park

It was different from the others. 

it was more beautiful, and its long, 
curved and spiral contour made it 
move differently. 
It fell so slowly, 
but not in a way that I was waiting for it to reach the ground, 
but the manner and grace of which it fell so slowly,
was how I noticed it. 

As if descending from the heavens, 
taking its time, 
turning
over 
and 
over, 
experiencing the world from different perspectives, 
knowing that the time will come when it will reach its destination. 
I know that its journey does not end at its fall, 
but that it falls only to rise again, 
because it lives 
within 
the circle of life. 

Souls do not die. We are reborn. 
To think that we exist once, and independently of the entire cosmos is a thought that 
disregards all the bubbles of possibility around us. 

It was different from the others
because this time, 
I was looking.