Silent Union of Waiting

Today, suddenly, I looked up at the sky— a single drop of rain fell, into the quiet wave of silence.

The wet air brushed my skin, my mind glowed with light— Om Shanti!

Darkness spread, like the hollow of deep stillness.

Four shadows walked together toward the far shore;
I stood apart and watched— in their hesitant eyes a hidden question gathered for me.

Touching the edge of unease, I walked through the evening veiled in nicotine smoke,
where in a cup of coffee lingered the silent union of waiting— as if from a distant nebula an invisible tune drifted near.

A coffee-thirsty stranger came close and said, "Brother, could you help a little?"
Another stood beside him, shining between laughter and shadow.

Winter rain fell, in the courtyard of cold, my hands grew numb.
Still, I looked outside— today the sky was dazzling,
yet I kept sinking into the depth of darkness, into the abstract union of light and shadow.

21 August 2025 – 7:35 PM