Treasure Island

ROCHISH MON

(4-11-00 / INDIA)

A winner


While I was plucking the thought-flowers
From the garden of my mind,
While the fragrance of unplucked flowers
Was blowing on me-
The blowing fragrance has
Wished to have intimacy with me!

I have removed my make-up
The flowers have appreciated my move
I have also stopped my desires
The flowers have welcomed my stand

I have played silence
I have breathed meditation

The blowing fragrance of unplucked flowers
Endeavored flawlessly,
Pulling me continuously-

I have hovered in myself
I have mingled with myself

There in the sky
Like the messages of the prophets
Clouds subsist!
They have invited me
To have relationship with them-

An unblossomed flower has said
'Please wait for me'

After having discounted myself from me
I got ready to be a winner.

Submitted: Saturday, August 31, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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