Feeling on top of the world.
Sitting on the bottom step.
Note: this poem occurred to me as I wondered why many birds (at least the ones I’ve watched) showed a preference to perch on top branches of trees.
Is it because it makes them feel on top of the world? Then it dawned on me that sitting on top of the world and feeling on top of the world must remain unconnected for invincible joy…
When there is all this Gold
On Earth’s surface
As a blessing
For all our hunger,
Why do we place
So much more value
On the Gold
It was a starry night
And I got lost in the sight
Bright twinkling stars
Far from wars and spars
A shining moon
Looking on from its cocoon
Zoomed me into a space
Of simple peace
Where I felt one
With all… and nothing
Oh. The anxious wait is over.
A warm welcome to you, North East Monsoon!
After days and days of hot sun and humid hours
You are most welcome.
I am grateful you have arrived with rich gifts.
Drenching rains, rumbling thunders,
The occasional lightning flashes,
And the titillating chill breeze.
I am content watching you.
And listening to the thrashing sounds you make,
And touching your cool needle-like waters
As you descend joyfully on all life
Once again, welcome.
May your arrival be auspicious.
A small request to you:
Be bountiful, but calm and gentle.
Leave us your precious waters,
Bless us with full fields and waterways.
As you can see, we are changing.
And are making careful efforts to save your gift.