Open treasures

 

Read the colors in a rainbow,

It’s an open book,

See how the colors melt into each other

and make a pathway for dreams

across the endless cosmic terrain.

 

Pick up a flower that has

happily dropped on mother’s altar,

Smell it if it’s smell to offer,

Marvel at its petals if not,

or both if available in the bouquet.

 

Feel the friendly brace on your skin

by a leafy branch

as you rush past lost in thoughts,

It touches you to be present;

be with here and now.

 

Soak the sunshine,

Feel its warming smile on you,

It showers you with warmth

to take you out of the frozen cave.

 

Feel the kiss of breeze

on the pores of your skin,

It absorbs your tension.

 

Walk with naked feet,

Mother earth will caress your soles,

Like sponge,

She’ll draw out your agonies.

 

Feel the rain on you,

The drops will drum on your soul,

You’ll hear its cleansing music.

 

Look into the open sky,

The formation of colors, shapes,--

the shifting canvas of eternity,

It’ll teach you

to create without clinging.

 

Peer into the night sky;

into the galactic distances,

Receive the starry smiles

reaching you from millions of miles.

 

Rich man, you own the treasures,

You just need to acknowledge it.