Hushed Monsoon

 

View from the Western Ghats - Tamil Nadu, India

View from the Western Ghats – Tamil Nadu, India

At the vanguard of life,

Captured by the stream and the essence of being.

 

In the community of bamboo clusters and

Bougainvillea clouds;

We collect flowers for compost.

Fresh seeds shower the lanes,

To reap and sow as nature dictates.

 

The garden is speaking softly

Of a greatness in effortless intention.

No thought, no goal; pure action realised.

 

Do nothing for the seasons dance along with us.

We regenerate freely with open hearts;

We can no longer leave, we can no longer stay.

 

Life is cleansed of doing and in wholeness we abstain;

Suspended in the process,

 

Transfixed by the pink moons passage

And the sound of hushed monsoon

Coming to wash it all away.

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