Life starts
for a child
in the darkness
of the womb
Then,
after the child
is born,
he is initiated into colors,
into flavors, into sunlight,
into rainy days,
into melodies,
into rhythms,
into ever-growing
vastnesses,
The pot of his life
fills with the magic
of life,
Ever-full, it spills
and fills more,
there is no space,
yet there is enough
so that it can fill up
some more…
In the middle of his life,
a phase comes
when he has known this
phenomenon of filling,
when he bows out of it,
and knows he has enough
magic and love
in his pot of life…
Then,
he rejoices in memories,
looks at the pot again and again
With grateful eyes
brimming with tears of experience
and wellness for a life lived well…
Then,
once he is old
and all his hair
have greyed,
when he is like
a snow white
holy man,
he rejoices
in sharing with
people from his pot of life -
his memories
that he cherishes,
and all the colors in his pot
are eager to fill up
more eager
joyously restless pots…
Then,
when he breathes his last,
he is happy that he has
shared all that life
gave him,
that he has completed
one complete circle,
and is ready to go round
on the next one…
© Manan sheel.
