Oh, I am still stuck in space,
And started capturing my face
Oh, look I thought about now,
And it just went back (in time) and how
Oh there is light falling upon the space,
Making things look in pace (of time)
Oh, I remembered then of my glance,
It was gazing just all around in dance
Thats when one know is, it (the glance) moves,
Making one (self or that feeling) look little speck that just grooves
Saw self at arms length also at distance,
Amazed quite at this gimmick of our gaze
Gaze also had a deal with feel,
Feel said I will take you on wheel (on a roll)
Clarity is what ignited the blaze,
The blaze was 'still', yet felt like haze
Then occured little thought,
Oh, of course, this is what all that is about
Oh, still I dint leave the feeling of I,
But how we thought we is lesser than I
Oh yes, wrap into your time n space,
Where I can be the face of larger grace
Oh, then it does not sound hard,
Even the ears, (can) be the vocal chord
'Still' is where it generates the 'waves',
The wave-y space causes these silly graves(life/death circle & existential phenomena)
Oh, let the wave stop dance,
Let the still seep, deep in conscience
Oh, it is just spread in all,
We just thought of it was very small (finite)
Oh, there I saw it in long distance,
Smiling and calling for its embrace
Oh, there dear - 'still-like-smile',
Lets be in it at every time n mile (space)
© Isha Awandhe
31Jan2020
