When I Am Here (A Poem)

When I am Here,

The world,

Every moment –

(Although just this one) –

Is caked

In an unfathomable peace.

When I am Here,

Every-day things,

Not the simplest of things,

Become the most wondrous:

A blade of grass,

A stranger’s smile,

The wind against my skin,

The reflection of a bird in a puddle,

And they often move me to tears,

When I am Here.

Untainted joy.

When I am not Here,

Everything is diluted by Just;

Just a smile;

Just a bird;

Just the wind;

Just a human;

And I am left feeling guilty,

And disappointed in myself,

Because Just is ignorance

In the making.

Trying to get rid of Just

Doesn’t seem to work,

And so I gamble with it,

Hoping that today,

Just for a moment,

It will subside,

And allow me to be Here.

“The day you teach the child the name of the bird,

the child will never see that bird again.”

Krishnamurti

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