stillness. i sit with it,
in between work and loving my family.
it feels like being at the centre
of a mandala of nothingness

only dense calm
stretched all around
and far into the distance

then, your memory
like the wind penetrating a grove
gently breezes in
and wraps around me
like a familiar shawl

in those moments of stillness
i let myself be held,
and shaped by your thoughts.

. . .

sunday nightfall
the tenth


let my thoughts come to you
when I am gone
like the afterglow of sunset
at the margin of starry silence
- rabindranath tagore -