Last Night...
Cars driving by, flashing lights,
Digging holes in the indigo gown of the evening.
Yet the darkness is still and serene amidst it all.
People look at each other, trying to taste a life with a quick  glance.

Thoughts...
Crossing the mind, electric impulses,
Puncturing the emptiness.
Yet the ocean of consciousness stays tranquil amongst the fluctuations.
Perceptions reflect one upon the other,
Attempting to catch the moon in the puddle.

Now...
Leaves are descending, surrendering to the wind.
Their absence reveals fragile branches...
Yet the core of the tree remains unmoved.

Rays of sunlight appear through the clouded sky.

A silent smile in my heart.

Here, at this very moment
There is no belonging,
and neither non-belonging.

The reflection of sunlight in a water bottle,
the tree outside the window
the sound of wind mixed with the ticking of a clock
the feeling of a warm sweater upon my skin

The essence of all embraces me,
All the while nothing is embracing
and no one is embraced.

This morning is a poem-
In between the drifting clouds
Amidst the silent trees
Plays
The eternal song
Of the ephemeral.

Walking with colorful butterflies
around
within
Dissolving into bubbles of joy

Nothing lasts
Nothing is lost.

Water

First come the small waves
Light turquoise color
So pure
She can see right through them
As they are washing over her
She

Forgets

words, herself, the ocean,
The waves

Grow

Now being carried by them
She laughs
The laughter is heard only

Within

The silence of the waves is
The sound of her

Heart

She breathes in
The fresh
Water
So pure
Light turquoise color
Then comes a light breeze

Air