Epiphany of Collateral Beauty

Epiphany of Collateral Beauty...

Of morning born, a splendid dawn,

Heavy plods of rains, on thirsty earth,

My soul opens anew, each day a birth,

An awakening, an epiphany we see not.

Walking with closed eyes, 

Listening to the chirping of birds,

I strip off the layers off my mind,

Fear, apprehension, anger, hurt,

All that burns me more than others,

The epiphany glows within me.

No black or white for me,

But colours so vibrant,

As the wildflowers wear without pretention,

So shall my naked self, paint itself,

With brushes of new bliss, new life,

An incorrigible hope, of the spirit of life,

The epiphany engulfs me in waves.

An orgasmic delight of inhalation,

The hope of future in exhalation,

The changing seasons, the wisdom drenching on me,

I live again, uninhibited, free,

Reconciled to fate,

I am the past, present and future,

What fear shall I nurture of things lurking,

I smile and look up, with out streched arms,

And soaking the newness,

Connecting the dots of the cosmos,

The high tides, the rushing wind,

The song of the lark, the blushing petunia,

To a new sunrise and a grateful dusk,

Epitome of faith renews in me,

I shed my old skin for the new one,

A rapturous awakening,

An epiphany of collateral beauty.