My musings on mindfulness practice…
“What do I look for when there is nothing to gaze at?
What do I hear, when I still all noises without ‘n within?
What do I feel, when I open myself to myself?
What do I say, when I commune silently with my soul herein?
Being present to a piece of peace, Brings me closer to my self that lives within, a stranger till now unknown.
Being present to a piece of peace, Brings me to a doorway that invites a dive into a kindly vortex where senses don’t count.
Why does it seduce me to stay longer to peer into a boundless vortex?
Why does it pull me towards it? Only opposites are supposed to attract!
Why does it feel like a sludge has been skimmed off?
Why does it vaporise the confusion while wonderment enacts?
Being present to a piece of peace, Soaks me, envelopes me, surrounds me in the loving oneness.
Being present to a piece of peace, Brings me upfront with the dreams, entrusted only to me to construct.
How does it allow the knowing, just when I hush the knowledge I have?
How does it bring more happiness, well-being and joie de vivre?
How does it heal, with a mere concoction of time and intention?
How does it create magic when my ‘clown’ and my ‘magician’ vanish altogether?
Being present to a piece of peace, Is an indulgence we were born to savour every moment of our life.
Being present to a piece of peace, Is my breath, my safest haven – shielding me from the gust around”.
– Harmeet Anand