Each seems to push ahead
Just a little here and a little there though
They are all like the ones in my head
But sometimes when the wind is right
And when I get little mirrors for eyes
Sitting on top of the Yogi rocks
The sea inside looks at the sea outside
One wave at a time,
And one thought in my mind
Fifty,ninety till I lose the count
And also everything that I left behind..
Fresh air, bright sunshine
And my breath gives me a high tide
Then there is no sea behind my eyes
The sea outside becomes the sea inside!
4 comments:
Great!
This is what we call meditation.
You are lucky if you really get this feeling.
You have described meditation in a perfect way.
I am proud of you.
Great!
This is what we call meditation.
You are lucky if you really get this feeling.
You have described meditation in a perfect way.
I am proud of you.
Beautiful onion of a poem! I can see the layers peeling off after a second read... :)
@ Nikhil
LOL thanks.. :)
I think life is an onion too..
Hmmm..I could do with some curry now. :D
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