Have you ever observed how things have layers to them. It is just a matter of range, and scale. What’s not evident doesn’t imply it doesn’t exist.Another dream of a beautiful evening sky, a palette of blues and greens, with undertones of greys and blacks. As I saw this, I felt an urge to go beyond this layer, and see what’s beneath. There is something enticing about the hidden. Tried sharing the same through a poem.
This beautiful sky above,
With shades of blue-
A stolen hue from the peacock’s feathers,
A grabbed tone from the nordic seas,
And a snatched tint from the crystals of Ceylon.
The greens look subdued,
But still asserting their presence,
With a mix of mountain jungles and the muddy water stains.
The greys and blacks,
Intrigue me a bit,
The manner in which,
They cast a spell of darkness,
Astounds my knowing,
And I become a seeker,
To move towards the unknown,
With the light of the known.
For the knower is always,
In his incompleteness,
As I removed this layer,
I saw a path,
Grey and black,
Revealing the possibilities that exist,
Always, in different forms and layers,
The ones we ignore or overlook,
And miss the bewitching abundance,
This existence offers every moment.
LAYERED: EXISTENCE: LIFE