What is it like
Not to seek anything in particular
And to think of nothing
Nothing at all, whatsoever

Allowing the thoughtless thoughts
To silently glide from my heart
And make tiny inroads into my brain
Melodiously without a start

Completely at one with my true being
I am able to watch the material
As distinct and dichotomous
From the sublime and the spiritual

Should I traverse the full length
While divorcing the mundane
Or should I float betwixt
The physical and the unnamed

I do not know the answer
Not as yet, as elegantly as I desire
Still waiting for the final nudge
To enter the pearly empire

Subir Chakraborty / 3rd Feb 2019