The torn, dripping sky,
The incessant rattle of the rain,
The pristine garden,
The breezes of dawn
Do all have secrets to reveal of an
Orbit
Divine and resplendent

The beams of sunlight
In their mellow glow
Reminisce a reality concealed.
For all one can see are streaks of
Elongated and curled molten clouds
Radiating shades of infinity

The zephyrs thrust the soul beyond
The scent of
Wet terrain and fresh plants-
A voyage to melt in the allure of
Each frail chirp,
Each rustle against matter.
This world,
This soul,
Felt absolute this once-
A glimpse of our origin embedded in this dissolution

The gleaming dew trickling down the
Spines of trees utters
The tale of this material existence-
A descent-
Sudden and imminent-
From great heights
Only to sink and slide into soil
With a reticent kiss against moist terrain

As the morning emerges,
The clouds brighten,
And the chirps melt into diminuendos,
The dawn’s voice fades in abating resonations
Across the horizon
To come back and
Reminisce the chronicles my soul once knew