When by coincidence
One gets the chance
To stop for a while
To watch how at the fringes of the city
Lights of the evening
Shoot up forming a pattern,
When the long road pauses
Like a piece of desired solitude,
And a misty haze envelops the mind like a promise of a soothe,
When one just stops with nothing to do
But just to feel one's own beats of pulse,
When the skyline looks exact like a photograph
Taken at maximum aperture
Letting in all the fluid flowing photons,
A moment then surely emerges
To become a cherishable life,
And just then Nirvana arrives,
As a murmur,
Sweeping one
Without warning,
Just then
A song someone sings,
Just then
A birth begins.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Finding nirvana,
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