When the Sun is not too high,
I see the heavens
sheltering
the truth
of the vast sea
wrapping the miracles and magic
in its fold.
Wrapped in humility,
sky bow down to kiss the earth.
Now I see the possibilities are locked in
the moments of acceptance
when the deep rooted wounds
rise to the surface that remained beneath
the veil of ignorance.
I see a feather
gliding down freely, lightly...
all of a sudden getting trapped
in the leaves of tall trees.
A soft breeze gently pushes,
and it’s free again.
I see the storms
rising from the rusted appearance
that
burn the boundaries,
trigger the wounds,and stirs the soul.
I now see
possibilities
of finding answers
in the questions itself.
~~payal~~
I now see possibilities
ReplyDeleteof finding answers
in the questions itself.
Few words can create miracle
Few words can make you cry in joy.
Thank you dada. :)
DeleteAs I see it, your beautiful lines display the sensitivity with which we must see life through the eyes of Nature
ReplyDeleteI love reading the poems about nature and all its beauty. Thanks for making my day!
ReplyDeleteThanks Ankita. :)
DeleteHope .. :)
ReplyDeleteIf only we see as clearly as the verses in this poem..:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Naba. :)
DeleteAbsolutely brilliant and a gem in reaffirming faith and discovering ourselves.
ReplyDeleteThanks Vishal. :)
DeleteWell connected.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ajay. :)
DeleteGreat writ, if we could see things as is clarity would certainly dawn upon us.
ReplyDeleteThanks Nithya. :)
DeleteThis really beautiful and true! I think my favorite line is about wrapping the miracles in its fold. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThanks Fida. :)
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