I dreamt:
I was meditating,
Under a dead tree.

 

In my vision,
I heard the dead tree,
Speak to me.

 

A blessed voice said to me,
“Try your best to realize,
The impermanence of your physical-being."

 

I felt the breath of breeze upon me.
I carried on my meditation,
Under the soul of the dead tree...
   
Reminded, one more time!
The soul is eternal.
Yes, the soul of the dead tree was the breeze!

 

 

Dubai
28th November 2015

 

Geeta Chhabra