Under the shade

He sits quietly under the shade
Towards the shining light
Where a twelve pillar court stands with
The roof: the sky and around it
The rooms like a wall.
His head raised high into the heavens
As if could see the host and the celestial
City from where the rooms are linked
to form its own wall.

He travels not knowing where to go
Like a bird on the horizon moving
to and fro the brightness and dimness
and the outcome so devastating to
cause writings perceived as hairs of
brown roots, coloured and scattered
all over the side of a building where
the light smiled at.

Life he views like a changing sky,
a blue plane, scattered with gray
patches of clouds which might soon
vanish or at a point be gathered
together like an apex of group of
mountains in the plain sky;
like the series of layers of the earth
crust hanging in the air. He hangs in
this silence as he makes this journey
without movement of body but
thoughts and senses.

The light can be so dim, bright,
so bright before it finally becomes
dim like one in preparation to go off.
Before the darkness sets in, in their
midst unnoticed, he made his journey
to this unknown land formless without
earth, plants, animals and humans yet
full of live images captured by the mind
which last as long as one wishes.

The light is very dim now, and one
knows not when it will finally go off.
They hurry to enter into safety: the lizard
into its creeping hole; men their huts, birds
their perching branches before the darkness,
sets in like a preparation of an unpreventable
doom. The trees and plants will die of
loneliness and they will rot in the buildings
around them, a grave only to be resurrected
when the dark wakes up.