A poem by Paripurn
Early morning sun.
Osho’s Samadhi.
Water splashes.
Kundanma cleans.
Devotion.
Water splashes.
Early morning sun.
I sit there.
I close my eyes.
Water splashes
into the deep blue
of the Samadhi pond.
Splash.
Splash.
Splash.
A silent rhythm.
Eternity.
The wind in the bamboos –
a flock of little birds –
the crickets –
the warm sun on my face.
I feel blessed.
Poem and photo by Paripurn
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