Stillness
Akanksha kapahtia
Stillness
Look at the tree, firm in its place,
brimming with flowers when seasons shower
grace,
yet;
shedding its might,
when the autumn winds arise.
Look at the lake, no splashes no waves;
like a canvas of the sky,
through every night and day.
Look at the hill, sturdy in its ways;
humming through the pines,
seems stubborn at first gaze.
Look at the sky, as clouds pass by;
like a mirage of the cosmos,
till the stars appear high.
Look at your mind, stillness is its way,
amidst rhythm of breath or lull of thoughts
gone astray;
yet;
it stays there aground,
waiting for itself to be found.
