The silence slowly filters the trash
Floating on the sultry surface
It dredges the slimy silt of thoughts
Piled up with no purpose.
Just me and my awareness of breath
That steadily goes in and out
Just my closed lids that takes me within
From the world of worries without
Just a picture of a lucid pool
With the sunrays reaching deep
Just the joy of a little doe
As through the grass it leaps.
Just a stretch of soft white snow
That I joyfully plod through
Just the green of a lotus leaf
On which sits a drop of dew
Just a bunch of purple flowers
Peeping through the crevice of a rock
Just a slice of endless time
That’s not measured by a clock .
Just the languidness of a village path
Winding through the palms
Just some images seeped in beauty
That soothes and cheers and calms.