The mist that embraced the tree
The life that passed through my soul,
River of clouds.
The sweetness of air I breathe.
The world spins on its own. I reflect watching the mist.
The mist that flows through the forest.
In a trice, we are embraced
By the soft touch of its entwinement
The trees play the hide and seek
We stood still observing the play.
"Let my mind stay still like the tree that observes
what goes through it and flows through it."
I wrote this poem after the Mt.Abu trip with Azhar, Pallavi, Priyanka and Bhavya.