The Play of Consciousness (Kenya's Delight 3)
The ambience at breakfast is tranquil ... still,
As the chef mixes the ingredients for another omelette.
A circular clock ticks upon the wall,
Whispering in silence, the sacrament of the present moment.
The rush of traffic, permeates the ether like waves,
Lashing against a distant shoreline.
But I feel a stillness; the ceiling's lights,
Telling of an awakening Sunday's morn.
It is a wet misty morning,
As the rain-drops beat upon the wind,
Tenderly hugging the adjacent trees.
A single siren wails, answering the call of duty.
A deserted pool, exposes the grey mist of vastness,
Covering the radiance of the sun.
Yet the song-birds chant verses,
Gliding among the branches; as industrious
As the Light of the Artiste, from which they sprung.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 22nd April 2018
-Awakening The Inner Light -
Poetry from the Master
" ...I am free because I am not of the body.
I am free because I am not the body,
I am free because I am the soul-bird
That flies in Infinity-Sky.
I am the soul-child that dreams
On the Lap of the immortal King Supreme."
Excerpt from 'The dance of Life, Part 2, by Sri Chinmoy
Birds of nature
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