Touching the Rock

Touching that rock, won’t transform you into one

If you know how to read the pulse of its soul

Do not be fooled by that stolid appearance and irregular shape

It may not be porous, but breathes the air in supreme stillness

Some stories may be etched on it, for others you have to be patient

Never conclude the philosophy when you see stillness

Since that’s the beginning of a new experience of true existence

As the winds speak to the rock and water shapes relentlessly

That’s how nature’s sculpture shapes up in a meditative state

Formations and destructions of Art timed by the ages

Writer’s task is to be still and listen to the profound narrations

Scriptures of so many worlds come to a confluence in the soul

That rock could be the lucky charm to evoke the feelings

~Amitav

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