On the porch

On the porch
three friends silent,
birds calling
now and then

♫ ♫ ♫

Trains of thought
slowing down
and then coming to a halt
in the stillness

All luggage left behind,
identities alight
and then vanish in the nothingness
from which they flowed

Space

That in which the manifest dwells,
silent and calm,
observing all
that comes and goes,
undisturbed by thoughts and notions,
simply being
space

in between

branches and leaves,
musical notes
and all other beings
in this play of consciousness

♫ ♫ ♫