There it was on the edge of the jungle
I visited
when I ventured out to see my soul
I was shaking fear was prominent
my heart was aching
my shrieks were visible
to all and sundry
sun was at its peak, air hot
mud was soft, wet and boiling
they were chirping
those little sparrows, hundreds of them
filled the trees with such force
it looked brown with strains of green
heavy loads of hopping birds
was making waves in forest pool
dumfound I sat there
underneath that tree
apple I was eating fell from my grip
one of the brown marvels landed next to me
I sat motionless wondering what next?
she looked up at me with tilted neck
chirped more and asked me,
“do you tresspass everywhere?”
shame faced I looked at her
my face was red and hers was green
“no”, I said.
“I only came to see you”
she looked at me with more surprise
took a flight and vanished
I got up and was about to leave when
another one of them called out
“hey, you there! why did you come?”
the whole tree was asking
every leaf, every branch, every bird on it
their eyes were bright and feathers shone
their beaks were open hungry
I knew they wanted their promise
which I gave unconditionally
on my way back I found a box
lying in my in my path
I carried it home to find in it
fun, laughter and some tears
lined with wild grass…
“”..I knew they wanted their promise
which I gave unconditionally
………. wonderful…..and beautiful
Great writing … Pritpal…. You have delivered a very impotant massage through this beautiful poem….
…loads of hopping birds…was making waves in forest pool … expressions are a real innovation in the true sense and gives a freshness to the way you perceive your own self where philosophically speaking you get to see the prakriti within the purush …beautiful indeed are your ways that assist us always in letting us have that hind sight ….
… birds of tree…WOW…one evening during summers I found a tree abound with multitudes of birds who were just returning from even their mundane grind and the way they were sharing with each other with their high pitch shrills that one would wish that he could have captured those moments and I have been able to listen to all that again…and even carry ‘…a box lying in my in my path…I carried it home to find in it…fun, laughter and some tears…lined with wild grass…’.
…this is a really lovable post getting us once more to appreciate the essence of our very being … that is about oneness with everything that surrounds us … with each of that every other thing reflecting a part of us …
…this gets more important that it tends to address that ‘nirgun sfi’ inside you and you find that when you are integrated with everything you have no reason to feel the apparent constraints of your life and again to repeat you we can easily soar above and rise above the tree tops…muddy puddle…
Congrats once again Dearie Pritts …
🙂
‘sfi’ is ‘sufi’