I was a compulsive thinker.
My mind was full of questions and doubts
Answers would never satiate my thirst abound.
I read books and books
Hoping the next one would bring solace
But with my thoughts, they failed to keep pace.
I met faces and faces in the crowd
Each having a theory of their own of which they were so proud.
I watched the flowers and the stars
And wondered from where did they get their power.
I looked at the sky so vast.
And wondered how it kept the tranquility
And remained calm and untouched
by the noise of the buzzing city.
Until I realized that
It’s the Power of Now on which
The Nature thrives..
It doesn’t live in the future or past
Present Moment is the only end
And present moment is the only start.
Now I wonder what took me so long
to enjoy the flight of a calm and thought less mind.
It is the present moment awareness that holds the key.
I again find it funny.
Now I write poems from a mind that is thought free.