Humming...

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The mist of existence 
shows openings
The rocks of convention
have become slippery
Only the vines keep
company unfailingly
There is a freshness 
hanging in the air
that comes from 
breezes of yonder.
My mind is humming
a tune that's 
in search of a song
of hope without
an anchor
and of love 
without 
any guarantee
of fulfilment.

Mysteriously....3

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It's the rule
in the wilderness
to let deadwood
lie,
and it's enchanting
when it merges
with the soil
and the rocks
and yet retains its
distinct identity.
Who can know
what entwines the roots
of this massive tree
underground
that teems with
insects surviving 
on air and water and earth
but need no light.
And it is the same 
inside me.
Wondrous!

Mysteriously....2

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As life goes uphill
there comes a clearing
unexpectedly
under the benign shade
of an ancient tree
which stands mute
to the tumbling down
of rocks,
my gaze turns up
in search of the mystery
of the opening sky.

What have I come....

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What have I come to
in this search for myself?
What have I done to
life in making that image
of myself?
What I have given in
to, as I scanned the skies?
But it is no time now
to ask and ponder
It's time to simply
take in what life
offers
here
and
now.
 

Oh that sheerness..

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Oh, that feeling of sheerness
the sheer cold and the smooth
yet pebbly rocks
the sheer transience of
the flow of water and
the feeling of being
there and yet not
there
the softness of light
and the eternity of
the elemental
existence,
oh, what a sheer pleasure
without any
dabble.

I saw it

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I heard it in silence
n felt it in standing still
I saw it when eyes
closed of their own
and there was Grace
all around
blessing all there was
softly serenely
There was no murmur
everything accepted
as it was
as a gift
n everything appreciated
without adding glory
The waves sang to the rocks
and the rocks 
resonated with delight.
I saw it when eyes closed
of their own.

To take in

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To be alive in 
this play of 
light and shade,
of quiet and rustle
rocks and grass
the green and the yellow
is to take in
the fresh air
the energy
of the tiniest creation 
around me 
without filter
and barrier
and just allow it
to flow through me
to wherever and everywhere.