saturday evening
the fourth
āśvina
saturday evening
the fourth
āśvina
. . .
“we go there,
where nothing is waiting.
we find everything waiting there”
pablo neruda
i just finished watching the movie ‘past lives’.
i don’t feel like moving much.
it is as if something is stirring all inside me.
or may be something is settling.
slowly, very slowly finding its place.
and i need to stay still.
so i’m lying on our bench in the living room.
my eyes gaze out.
the lace curtain moves ever so slightly
under the soft whirring of the ceiling fan.
it feels warm again today, after the last few days of sudden cold.
the light outside the window is beginning to dim.
i hear a neighbor’s dog bark, and some boys come out to play cricket downstairs.
little details, beautiful and tangible, that make this moment(s).
against all the slowly / rapidly moving things
inside this small body of mine.
unseen and beautiful,
of the kind that words don’t speak of.
i will lay here a little longer.
still and unmoving on the outside.
because everything that needs to move is moving.
everything that needs to be, is.
. . .
i don’t feel like moving much.
it is as if something is stirring all inside me.
or may be something is settling.
slowly, very slowly finding its place.
and i need to stay still.
so i’m lying on our bench in the living room.
my eyes gaze out.
the lace curtain moves ever so slightly
under the soft whirring of the ceiling fan.
it feels warm again today, after the last few days of sudden cold.
the light outside the window is beginning to dim.
i hear a neighbor’s dog bark, and some boys come out to play cricket downstairs.
little details, beautiful and tangible, that make this moment(s).
against all the slowly / rapidly moving things
inside this small body of mine.
unseen and beautiful,
of the kind that words don’t speak of.
i will lay here a little longer.
still and unmoving on the outside.
because everything that needs to move is moving.
everything that needs to be, is.