Reflections Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

REFLECTIONS
I feel belonging to the surroundings as I walk through the bronze amber leaves tumbling in the wind that evanesced from their jagged edges upon their descent.Totallyentranced, mesmerized, utterly hypnotized I just stand still for a while feeling like aleaf never having been attached to the tree - having no need to let go but gently released, feeling no trepidation, no desire to control the forces of the wind. Ah, separation is an illusion; whirling in the wind it shimmered as it wafted with no need for reins gingerly cascading to settle tenderly on the ground. Like me, it did not cringe when it was crushed by an unsuspecting boot. I listened to the leaf intently and sat in sheer stillness seemingly encompassing all totality.It rested cozily in ambiguity whispering to me that heaven is a state and not a place.So, here I vow to black and white existence pledging to climb higher creating life with vivid vibrancy adding golden bronze amber to my palette of colors with which I'll paint the residues assigned to me.