Forest Seed

on Wednesday, 6 November 2013

Silence in the woods
Simmers in the ears
Like lava in phantom hills

The sound of the cricket
Serenade earths embryo

Walking alone
In the mid hot sun
The shadow of the eyes
Following the soul

The internal song
Heard unto the destiny

No one is found with in sight

Stationed at the doorway of the forest

And the periphery of the village horizon

Whether the palm tree

Rooted in the banyan tree

Or the banyan tree entrenched in the palm tree

Like temples of local deities

A quiet traverse
In quest embracing the birds seed tweet

Which drew the euphoria of diversity in oneness …