PRESENT

As light and darkness bathe me

Sometimes stark and harsh

And sometimes dappled and gentle

As wind air dries my bare skin and meanders through my layered mind

Changing pathways

Left nostril and right nostril

Accommodating and nourishing

Knocking

And knocking

Look I changed again

Which nostril did the breath enter from

As earth sucked up my hurt and tickled me

A leaf looked back at me and winked

Once again the birds sound hugged me before the clock

witness the wonder, the kookaburra cried

The stars and the planet cooking a storm inside me

Playing happiness and sadness in turns

As the ocean of silence whooshes in between the ears

Magnifying intensity

The reverberation of sacredness creates in silence

My mind caught in a story

And grace urging to witness

As an earnest prayer

Let me say – for most of it

Or maybe just for some of it

I was present

I witness

I looked back

I felt it flow

I heard it

I played with it

I let it dangle from left nostril to right nostril

Trying to find the gap of miracle

And the miracle around me awakened me

To witness it just once in it full glory

For it seems

Those who witnessed could never part from light

-Poet and counsellor Rupika Moitra