The sun is already well above the horizon, but I go on down anyway.
It’s a tiny paradise of riotous sound down here, a cacophony of birds – funny to think we associate being in nature with quiet, when it can be so very noisy.
A red-winged blackbird flies straight at me as if to say, Hello! Where have you been? It’s been a few days, and you’ve missed all kinds of things – the buds are all over the trees, the geese have taken over the duck ponds, and they fight with the muskrat who’s always after their eggs, and the turtles are back, and so much is going on… what happened to you?The push-pull – some days I think, really I don’t need any more half-assed nature photos, so I skip it, stay home and do yoga.
Other days I head out, starting with a kind of…
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I was sitting on the porch, and it was a lazy afternoon. The dry breeze was blowing, and surprisingly, it offered some respite from the heat. in the breeze, i saw a few leaves fall to the ground, saying their goodbye slowly as they hit the ground. I wondered “Did the tree miss those leaves?” “Did the leaves have any emotional scene before leaving the tree?”. Lost in these thoughts, the grey cells fumbled upon the words, which formed a poem; a poem of longings, desires and cacophony of thoughts.
The sunlight came filtering through the leaves,
Thoughts clamor within the silent self
Is this true me or just an illusion?
As I sit motionless while my shadow dances to the sun.
The leaves rumble in the breeze,
When the thoughts start to take a form,
No, it can’t be happening again…
The buried thought shouldn’t rise yet again.
The movement of leaves forms a symphony,
I close my eyes; let the thought burn
The carnal desires start to scream,
Was it reality or just a dream?
A few leaves drop down, being swept away
Life snatched with just a gust.
If everything was this simple
Depart and no longer linger; lost and no longer be found.
Blindness comes confusing
Confusing reality with dreams.
Convulsions arise in the body,
Subdued only by a touch.
While the melody of strings plays,
Cacophony of thoughts emerge within.
I seem to fall in the abyss of darkness,
And heaviness settles in my heart.
I am dead in my thoughts,
But never my dreams.
Sunsets are just a recurring phenomenon, yet they are so powerful and empowering. In this mundane and concrete world, where being on the job is more important than reflecting on one’s self, I am lucky to witness these amazing views almost daily, and everyday its a new experience!