Still Point Poem by Saroj Padhi

STILL POINT

Time halts quite for some time
as I sip morning tea on a rain-soaked roof
where the breeze is a wand of magic,
memories seep into the naked body
of a wet house in trap of phantom music,
the road in the front seems clear
and the sun emerges with its redeeming spear,
sipping honey from rain,
smoking out sweat of bodily pain,
steering out of the dark clouds
with its illumined heart so clear,
as the flurry of birds hovering over the horizon
put on an endless cheer,

no remorse lurks there to pull you down
no enemy to accost, affront or frown,
you are free to yawn, gaze, brood
or into a deep meditation quietly drown
without any back pack of guilt
trampling you down,
you are free into cool air to lightly soar
and fly too close to the heaven's door
like wings of an invisible bird
with ears tuned to a music unheard,

O how much do I love to be in unmoving time's grip!
And dwell in heart of a still point at center of a blue deep!