Rest

Days have passed and they have turned into weeks, weeks into months. Seasons have arrived and left. Here's a February afternoon, kind of inbetween - neither hot nor cold, neither here nor there. Here's me waiting for a serene cloudless sky of clear lavender shade, looking at flowers in awe wondering whether a carefree life has anything to do with an ephimeral existence and birds soaring into sky not worrying anything beyond today. I wish I could just fizz and dissolve into this very nature - earth, sky and air and rest into a peaceful oblivion, devoid of thoughts, knowledge, plans and judgements. I could just rest. I could just BE.