Nothing more to say, have nothing to write
No grousing, no quibbles, no reason for respite
The mystics have testified “only stillness speaks”
Gone will be the days of mere troughs and peaks
Boons of inwardness so surreptitiously abound
Joy in solitude, the mind has miraculously found
The past too distant, a faint memory at best
The present’s just waiting to act at my behest
The power of the moment has besotted me
Now, tomorrow can be, whatever it’ll be!
No fear of the future, let the mystery unfold
With wondrous eyes, I’ll beckon, I’ll behold!
Copyright © 2017 Pratish Shah