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THE EXQUISITE ART OF READING

Pause, lean back, take a breath — the one that fills the center of your chest — and enter the quiet art of reading.

~ because, rushing is no fun

Come with me- to breath in nature

 

A Poem dedicated to Kanha National Park.

I lay under the massive tree looming over the porch, on a slow afternoon in the forest. The forest drew me in and I suddenly realised what it meant to feel alive. It was a different world and that afternoon still lives with me. I felt like I had floated away from the city and the life I had built in routines, traffic, concrete and walls. 

The forest was a different world, it enveloped me and this was a different kind of vibrant activity, action, commotion and it felt like I was home. 

That afternoon, I grasped the scene in this poem and I'm sharing it with you here hoping you can imagine and feel everything I experienced and the next time you are close to nature, you pause your thoughts of the past and future and immerse in the moment, in present world around you.

If you experience something you would like to share, I am here to hear from you.

 

Finding dreams in evening breeze

Watching leaves swaying gently

That monkey jumps

There a bird chirps

Standing still

The forest never sleeps

An ant marches

A caterpillar hangs

The spider webs

The tiger lounges

Flutter by with the butterfly 

Perch up with the owl

Nature belongs to us all

The termite hills and sharp bird shrills

Graze along with the deer 

Floating with the river

Come with me

To breath in nature...

 

~ 27th October 2022, Kanha Banjar Tola

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Write me a letter,

No a song is better.

Sing it to me, like the desperate winds.

Then I'll spin,

Get carried away,

And never will we,

Be the same again.

~Whirlwinds in Poems by Dee