Retreat

Prolegomena To Anatta Please bear with me just a moment, That we may talk away the angst of existence, The inner source of your torments, That ghost of no substance, That haunts you at twilight, When the sunset in its fading glory, Descends upon you and benights, Such flame of clarity, As you always possess, But seek after in vain, In the outer darkness, Of worldly loss and gains. 29 Sept 2015

The feel of the sand, crisp and warm,  slipping out of your fingers,  slightly hurting, strangely soft, the sea watching you like a gallant lover,  from a distance, prudently,  like an ill-tempered man calmed down  in the sudden realisation of love,  all this and more awaits in life, an open beach to explore  waves, the rains, the sunshine, storms and peace. Sushama Karnik 21 july 2020, 08.44 am