SUMMER STORM

The storm of summer has arrived

And the rain drops keep falling

Through queries of the morning

The rumbling of the evening

And the cravings of the night

Drenched yet mindful

The raindrops keep tumbling down 

EMPTY PATH

Walking the path of mindfulness

Many a time I wander

From here and now, to yonder

Loosing track and finding new ones

 Watching thoughts that ponder

 Cross roads and signposts

 Of feelings and emotions

To the land of greed-less, hate-less and self-less awareness

 Oh wandering mind of mine

To this bliss of emptiness and awareness; Let my paths lead!