He wants us to be...

Those coconut leaves long like sweep
By those krishnachura red
Also on tremble in the afternoon breeze
Supple fruitfulness of life they generate...
Constantly they do...
Just like those little fairies of clouds
And those birds on return...
And so many other little things...

Going slow...
They bring unfathomable heartfulness...
As if this is what we are all destined to get...
As if He wants that to happen always...

Only we need to have ears
And eyes
And a mind without clout
Fears...doubts...
Morbid thoughts...

We need to go all clear on those hiccups...
For He wants us to be...
He just wants us to be
Like that...