the
mystery
of this simple moment
cannot
be spoken
yet all of history
occurred
to arrive here
the mystery
of the endless terrain of self
cannot be mapped out
countless new frontiers
are born with every breath
the
mysteries
always remain
untouched by worried thought
ready
to welcome us home
when
we abandon our dreams
Nimala
"all of history occurred to arrive here” at this almost impossible colour and these almost impossibly balanced raindrops