midnight muse

midmorning zen

There are no clouds in the sky

And its emptiness are filled with blue

They say that blue is melancholic

That’s another fancy word for sad

Yet I do not see sorrow in the

Blueness of the blue but just

A silent ripple of contentment

Charging every fiber of myself

Or just like putting gas in me

Or simply boosting the “I”

No matter what’s the tempo

Or the crescendo of the moment

It sure is a pain to simply ignore

The fulfilling gifts of the present

They say it’s a zen thingy moment

A meditative state of just simply

Letting go of everything

Dropping down all those soft baggage

Flying over our daily hurdles

And eating up every nook and niche

Of our stale and idiotic schedules

That is burning our true essences

Over trivial and mundane matters;

Now is the time to smell the air

Amid the placid looks on people’s mask

I will just shut my eyes wide open

Put a break on the side of the road

And celebrate the heavy victory

Of a calm, serene and blissful mother

For eons now trying every moment

Pleading, asking us for just this instance

 

To simply listen and adore her