'When' Poem by Pushpinder Kaur

When…

When voice becomes silence
And the mind its own
Best, quiet partner;

When neck bent down-
Rather hanging
Eyes closed, as
In deep meditation;

When time becomes
A kaleidoscope…
Sometimes here and
Sometimes there
Without any hold of time;

What time-
Day or night?
Month of the year?
Year?

When the difference disappears
between
Standing and falling
And one becomes the other;

It is all in
The Craftsman's plan

All we can do is supplicate
And accept.


Pushpinder Kaur September 6,2017