Presence - by Archana Ghosh

Swing back… swing forth; Swing back …swing forthFor when are we ever present without a mind full of discourse


Present in presence, not verbose but in essence

When a fragrance is felt in the pores and senses

Not depictions, descriptions or refracted lenses


Can life really be felt in ravines; amidst raging emotions and intoxicating times

Where every sense is hijacked in currents; and the desire is just to live irreverent 


Some will question this paradigm; where “magical moments” have become the prime

When we feel alive only at the behest of time; when anything can influence and shift our shrine 


When have we felt a wave of peace; of expansive spaces and gentle ease

When a breeze is felt in its floating wings; a smile is felt in its melting strings


When no back and forth have lent a line; to the birthing moment in present time

When gaps expand to fill in moments; is when we experience the magic of presence 


It is still, conscious and very kind 

It is when we lose the mind 




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