Musings at night

Musings at night

In the still of the night,

I sat on the banks of the placid river,

 a comforting ledge,

had branched out 

From a resident tree,

To rest my tired mind.

The moon, 

hidden behind

The leaves,

Cast a mysterious silhouette on the scene,

Lending a quiet 

That echoed into the night .

The ripples in the water 

Sought to alter 

My thoughts,

From very disturbing 

To a soothing 

Calm ! 

The peace that 

enveloped me was contemplative in 

Nature, 

Surrounding me 

In moonlight and silence,

Let things be,

Was the Masters

Assuaging .

Nothing mattered

Any more,

As the mind altered 

To switched to 

No mind mode. 

No chatter did 

Patter in petulance, 

Only emptiness

Inside and outside!

What is this nothingness

That I am?

It just Is,

He said .

No more contemplations

Of these sensations,

Or experiences,

Only Be in the Oneness 

That is !

Vidya Venkataramanan