The chitter- chatter of the bygone days
Gone like the wind
The goals have changed and matured
The seeds of the new plants await their
blossom
That bud longs for it’s completion
For the storms of the past ruptured some
wounds……
The bud, in the ‘moment’, on the lotus
stem,
Amidst the sounds of water
The sparkle of the full moon, in calendar,
Waits ……for, when the seeker wishes to seek…..
All that is needed is to accept and wait……
Om Mani Padme Hum
