Magic Of Mind Poem by Shelvakumari Thachayil

Coming to travel through the clouds?

My mind is the home of the wanderers

I laugh silently in my own grave

Immersed in the smile of heaven

Under a mountain or stream

Loving souls remain

Over land and sea

Over lakes and plains

Through the blue dome cups of air

Saw the wind and the shining of the sunlight

Without obstacles to move forward

Let's move smoothly in new ways

Calm and secure

It can fly with its wings in the path of the wind

Crossing the meadows of happiness

Through the path decorated with shrubs and trees
A dreaming journey forever....