But I was so busy
Photographing
Instagramming
Facebooking
Snapchatting
Wordpressing
Tweeting
It happened
But I wasn’t there
Photographing
Instagramming
Facebooking
Snapchatting
Wordpressing
Tweeting
It happened
But I wasn’t there
Than when my mind is quiet
Connected to all things
At peace with myself
And the moment, just as it is
But I would stay here
Above the floor
Above the fray
In the unfettered sun
Where the mountain breeze
Clears the air, so pure
If not for the call
And the necessity
For the work
Though, really
I could do with a few more hours
Of non-being
Each with their own tenor
Their own flavour
Their own meaning
There is the overall
The changing times
The recollected meaning
Of a moment
Made up of moments
All part of another
Moment
As a mother purifies herself
In the waters of the holy Ganga
While her daughters prepare
To leap in, yet again
Exploring the infinity
Beyond my ken
What I love most about existence
Yet… perhaps no greater love for this moment
Whether it seem strange or familiar
Than mine