Abode of God

Never ending diamonds on a  field of greens,

Sparkling to the tune of the birds’ song,

That is the sound of music,

That is the sound of dawn.

Those leaves rustle in a familiar way,

Those birds descend on your path,

That silence in itself, music,

That peace in itself, God.

Can the sky be so clear,

With no cloud in sight,

Maybe the man has cleansed his heart,

Soul and mind.

That gust of wind brings storiesfrom far far away,

It even takes back the stories that I narrate,

The leaves have stopped their motion,

the birds make sound no more,

my thoughts have a reached a standstill,

at the place so longed for before,

I have found my destination,

My feet need no longer trod,

As I realize I have reached,

Reached the abode of God.

(P.S. I thank the green lane and the nature filled campus that I often walk through for the inspiration and those walks where I just had my thoughts accompanying me.)