Still

A Wee bit Windy Wednesday morning. I practice equanimity in the train while the chutter-putter goes on in the background. MRF was wrong as usual. The monsoon WILL say hello on June 10; an annual birthday present for little sis - who inevitably has a washed out birthday. I wonder though, how on earth (or rather, sky) do the clouds know that it's June 10 and it's time to go to Mumbai? Without fail, each year, on the dot! It's as intriguing as how migratory birds find their way back to the same places at the same time each year. Perhaps there a calendar in the sky, that we can't see, that tells them (clouds and birds) what month it is and where to go. Intriguing!!

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Still

If I sit really quietly
and still
I can hear my heart beat
against my ribs
I can feel each vein throb
In my face
I can feel my forehead
ease my frown
The slight breeze against my arms
Occasional goose-bumps
My closed eyes looking out
Seeing clearly, perfectly
With equanimity.
I think I can see this burden
on my head dissolve, melt away….

And sometimes,
If I sit really really still
I can even hear my heart sing.