We Are All Leaves & Grass

Where's the spirit?

Kahlil Gibran on the Absurdity of Self-Righteousness

by Maria Popova
Brain Pickings

In celebration of the change of seasons, Popova offers us a short, yet profound poem by Kahlil Gibran. In this simple post, she reminds us of “our lamentable tendency to mistake others for interruptions and nuisances, [and] to forget that everybody is simply doing their best in this shared experience called life.” How might you root in your connection to others this fall?

Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, ‘You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams.’

Said the leaf indignant, ‘Low-born and low-dwelling! Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air and you cannot tell the sound of singing.’

Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth and slept. And when spring came she waked again — and she was a blade of grass.

And when it was autumn and her winter sleep was upon her, and above her through all the air the leaves were falling, she muttered to herself, ‘O these autumn leaves! They make such noise! They scatter all my winter dreams.’
— Kahlil Gibran