Meditation in the Summer Evening

As the day closes its wings
and calls the silence
draped in the black
garment of the evening,
cicadas busy themselves
decorating it with
their celebration,
singing their anthem in unison.
The song resonates through
the turmoil of trivia
that has swallowed
our world,
spilling over the banks
of the darkness.
Stars gazing at us afar
are the mute listeners.
The moon wouldn't be
among them
as she is not to
turn up tonight.


Sit cross legged
as I do now
on the cushion
of the gliding
choir to erase the
inky mazes of mind.
Be one with
the cicadas
that are
calling you aloud
to meditate.

copyright Mukul Dahal 2006



Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2006-11-09 at 16:17

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Teala
Beautiful and peaceful, excellent imagery as well. BRAVO!
2006-11-18


Nagamuthu Osho
Respected Poet,

Beautiful and wonderful verse,
THis is so subtle thought which brings tranquil to the universe
With the theme and it's effort which rattle and battle...

YEs meditation is so kind and will bind the mind... to serene world..
God bLESS YOU,
Yours truly,
N.K.OSHO
2006-11-17


Silene
This is a kind of "bardo" for me.
Especially these lines makes it true!

Sit cross legged
as I do now
on the cushion
of the gliding
choir to erase the
inky mazes of mind.
Be one with
the cicadas

Love that stanza very much.
2006-11-12


BlueyedSoul
Simply beautiful Mukul..you have a way of making the song of the cicadas sound like a symphony.
~Blue
2006-11-09