Good Morning
with a big solid wood table
with glass top
and my another table
with a desktop
and a footrest
with phones on the side
i sit and type away.
I just have to sit on this chair
anchored between these two tables
and meditation happens
people may come and people may go
i welcome my own
and they feel it too
i prefer my own company
in this room.
This is my sole solace,
my refuge
even my sacred place
i like coming here early in the mornings
first to arrive
and sit in quiet for a while
before the humdrum takes the day from me.
While i am here
like today in this morning
i am with myself
in the environs of a beautiful green garden
which i can see outside my window
and how it carries itself inside with the sunshine filtering in
crossing the huge vast corridors.
It can be said that i love the building and
arriving to it every morning.
While we longer hunt in forests
or work on farms
it is good to work in a building,which has been so
beautifully designed
that peace pervades in my heart as i sit in meditation
typing these words away.
It seems i could go on forever,
without worrying about the poetry or
the prose but i
pause.
And then
continue
sipping tea or
if the mood is right
coffee.
Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2017-12-14 at 04:23
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Morning Bliss
In this quiet roomwith a big solid wood table
with glass top
and my another table
with a desktop
and a footrest
with phones on the side
i sit and type away.
I just have to sit on this chair
anchored between these two tables
and meditation happens
people may come and people may go
i welcome my own
and they feel it too
i prefer my own company
in this room.
This is my sole solace,
my refuge
even my sacred place
i like coming here early in the mornings
first to arrive
and sit in quiet for a while
before the humdrum takes the day from me.
While i am here
like today in this morning
i am with myself
in the environs of a beautiful green garden
which i can see outside my window
and how it carries itself inside with the sunshine filtering in
crossing the huge vast corridors.
It can be said that i love the building and
arriving to it every morning.
While we longer hunt in forests
or work on farms
it is good to work in a building,which has been so
beautifully designed
that peace pervades in my heart as i sit in meditation
typing these words away.
It seems i could go on forever,
without worrying about the poetry or
the prose but i
pause.
And then
continue
sipping tea or
if the mood is right
coffee.
Poetry by Deeps
Read 566 times
Written on 2017-12-14 at 04:23
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