Treasure Island

Savita Tyagi


A Short Meditation


Oh! Benevolent spirit of forest
Let me be the resting place of your habitat
Let me have the honor to enhance your comfort for tired and desolate.

When the little hatchlings fly out of your chamber of greens-
Blind and disoriented
Their delicate wings too weak to take them across a long journey
Their instincts in despair to measure the depth of earth or the height of sky above
Let my shoulders be the resting place for their flight
Oh! How I will cherish to my hearts' delight the company of that little guest even for a split second.
When the morning dew bathes the flowers fresh and robin greets the sun
I see a monarch butterfly take off from a rose petal for a journey unknown to me
Please let her rest on my belly just of a moment and let her fill me with the wonder of life pulsating through her wings.
Let my hand be the one to assist you in your burden of forest to grow and to nurture
And when the time comes let me lie low under those copper leaves to feel that one last touch of existence
Before my breath mingles with the breath of forest that envelops all
Before I descend into ground or float around the periphery of time and space under the luminous rays of sun.

Submitted: Sunday, February 26, 2012

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  • Akhtar Jawad (6/5/2014 12:19:00 PM)

    Death is a reality and we cannot avoid it, the final place of the mortal body is also important but more important is the final place of the soul. a nice poem. (Report) Reply

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