A murmuring river,
Stork hunting,
A bent tree,
Kissing the
Gentle waters,
Wilderness around,
Solitude uninterrupted,
A perfect place to unwind,
And quietly register the details,
For a wandering urban mind:
A Zen moment—
That reconnects
The competing soul
With the
Vestigial nature around,
And the pervasive divine,
In all the revolving atoms,
For few seconds,
Peace envelopes the
Feverish being,
Let us all chant
With T.S. Eliot,
Om Shanti, Om Shanti.
