On The Path To Ramana’s Caves

 

How easy it is to expect enlightenment
walking up the stone-covered path
between greens, rocks, and birds,
imagining the peacefulness of a
happy-ever-after or the sudden change
that would keep the world away
from my deepest fear and sorrow.
 

On the top of the mountain, I sit
gazing at Annamalaiyar temple,
butterflies—orange, brown and yellow—whirl the air,
wind hushes through the thick leaves,

I listen to the maddening cacophony of the city
transformed into a melodious song
and wonder:
maybe there is nothing more than now.