The mirage

The tree is still
The ground beneath
Is a fertile time
Keep changing colors.

Observe the leaves,
Don’t be surprised
If your eyes played a trick
While changing
The images kept in your mind.

Silence declares  
It’s unidentified
Tasteless self,
In constant pulse,
Out of time,
Out of space,
In stillness.

With mind empty
An atom, a dot,
a cell,
the observer
Are the mirage,
The illusion
eyes must stop indulging with.

Stillness is the tree.

© Serena Devi, September 2010


3 Comments Add yours

  1. ram0singhal says:

    divine……hear silence……clear vision…..dear divine….wear God…. stillness dancing…..only one…

    love all..

  2. Thecatsman says:

    Would that we are privledged with the vision to see through the illusion…

  3. Serena Devi says:

    The more we rest in our being, the sooner the mirage will end. Lovely to see you here, hope you are well. Thanks for your visit. Blessing

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