in mindfulness
quietly in my room, i sit stilled
pondering and willing, the flow
lines of undulating beauty
meandering thoughtlessly by
i dip a hand of vision, and touch
melody and melancholy, gurgling
together in random abandon
in undirected mindfulness
no design, nor impetuous purpose
the beauty of green waving grasses
on a lazy afternoon, cool breeze
swishing silence of wind and field
cool logic, held at bay, impatience
stretching through bars, the mind
beaten by exhaustion, sleepless
detached and dreamless, afloat
released from purpose, unwed anxiety
the moment lives, all past and future
fog ahead and aft, a cable suspended
a gondola lost, in space and time
happiness bleeds on a paper screen
truth revealed in a web of branches
like dendrites of joy, blotting away
in the tao of their collective history
the many congeals into one, eternal
reflecting endlessly, through mirrors
nor you nor i, nor existence apart
nor whence we came, nor ever been
Unni Nambiar (4th Apr 2013)
