Sitting Under The Birches Poem by Raj Arumugam

under the birches one may sit
under the trees
perhaps on a rock, a stump
in the quiet
in the solitude
in this light
The Japanese umbrella by one's side
One in one's best clothes
here may one sit
in one's time
as if all of life has been a journey
to this single point, to this one place
One on one's own, having come into the world so
and all relationships and realities coming to this
in the midst of this, one may sit
with the light, and colors and with the earth
and the sky and the water
as if finding one's place in this life, on this radiant earth
amidst the breathing trees and the creeping moss and lichen
one may come to one's poise and silence
a moment beyond thought and emotion
one coming into one's own
a transcending of pain and disquiet
a coming into peace, into stillness and seeing it all
all things, all movement, seeing all as it is