Wednesday, July 25, 2007

In Transit

Scratch out the dates on the calendar
Let the distinction between days and nights disappear
Let time explode
Let horizons blur
Let your body age
Let skin wrinkle and
Let your hair turn grey
Let life drift between the fingers
Like water on an open palm

Don’t think
Don’t pause
Just breathe
Feel free
Numb
Happy

Experience the power of just being
In the “Now.”

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4 Comments:

At 12:52 PM GMT+5:30 , Blogger Prasannapriya said...

its like my feeling and your words..... this too is a part of us... its inbetween the highs and lows... but even the "numb" feeling is sometimes happy and sometime sad. I think it depends on from where are u raching the state of numb, from the high pt or the low pt!

 
At 8:46 PM GMT+5:30 , Blogger EATING POETRY said...

It makes me calm just reading this. And to remember those moments when we all forget to breathe.

 
At 5:20 PM GMT+5:30 , Blogger shikha said...

restless mind:I am amazed at the similarity we all have,in the end we all 'run after the same stuff."

Eating Poetry: coming from you,i am gonna take this as a compliment:)

 
At 9:47 AM GMT+5:30 , Blogger EATING POETRY said...

Yes experience definitley is the now! Thank you for your comment on my blog!!!

 

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