Healing Arts

Moments of infinite gratitude interspersed between petulant pouts and sheer arrogance,

As my immature self battles with the Universe for the should have beens and the could have beens.

Blind, I resist the order that is before me.

Sulking when it refuses to conform to my narrow expectations.

It’s when I step back, in wonder and in awe.

At the mystery that is Creation. In its images and flavors, its textures and its sounds.

If I am able to step back from my miopic bubble of perception.

And grasp the wider silence, the empty vastness, the absolute stillness.

Only if I trust, that Benevolence and that Grace,

Can I return to my natural state.

Dancing in the sun by the lake - photo by Haider Mirza