Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Now Advaita Poem
and pleased to be here

Feeling Like Advaita

Lately, I’ve been feeling
like a tree, and pleased
to be exactly here,
not proud or apathetic,
but presently fulfilled
within this world of light.
Oh sure, I used to be
a spore. But that was then
and this is simply now.
Don’t ask me why or how
this constancy transpired;
like photosynthesis,
it happens: listen to
the wind caress the leaves,
and rest beneath the play
of sun and shade.
Don’t be afraid.

~Son Rivers 2008 (revised)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I don't understand this poem.