freedom – Page 33 – elancharan gunasekaran

this bag of flesh be vessel for the sounds we gather throughout the day layer upon layer we shed becoming the foundation of dreams and the vibrations that gives us: life

a heron takes off from the rocks and the coast unburdened by the stillness breathes out a sigh of relief

the roar of spring winds drowns out the rush of the freeway

dusk clouds gather and cradles the silence for the day to end

first light: a burst of feathered raptors shredding the pale sky

an old god drags his cane tip in the dirt drawing imaginary borders

beyond the spring mist a gentle cry answers the koel’s call

very few understand the preciousness of quiet in a world filled with the mechanized madness of industrialization

the upheaval of zen stones as small gods thrash through the undergrowth

deep woods: the ringing of a phone sets off a catastrophic chain reaction