Imagination/Inspiration/Art of Living

Raincoat Window

Hypothalemic Clouds, Smoky Cafe, Catching the Ray

“Within you, there is a stillness and a sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself” —Hermann Hesse

I exhale The plant in the pot needs carbon dioxide

The caffeinated oxygen fills your olfaction Your gift for making the window smile

I sit there As the day readies to turn the knob Dim the lights It smells evening outside

Your inside protected You are protected inside When a sheet of last drizzle wet the window glass The drops don’t travel, they stick Must be humidity

The room smells damp Wired humans are clowns Mannin’ the circus of life Clones of programmed dictations Not all dictators have face with a philtrum kaiser

Not every shut window is a metaphor for a closed mind

Creatures of the night are not visible by the day But they leave a trace You decide its dark or beautiful

Sometimes dark is beautiful Night sky immersed in stars A faint crescent moon wading through Sky’s water

You wonder when that ol’ lady in the moon from your grandma’s stories becomes just scars that give life to the satellite That is when you leave the child and walk for pain

Pain is familiar Pain is growth For me pain is poetry

But when its shady inside and you stare at the window — Outside playing with the shades of the falling day Your mind trails to places you always want to belong You close your eyes and how an afternoon turns into an evening Magic in a day

A little island away from intersecting flyovers, traffic and business usual, where moss and fungi are decorated pieces of art We are Artsy

As I look outside where it rains a bit more The window as I see now, becomes my raincoat

And all life and every form of adoration acquires the colour blue

Windows are often your raincoat Raincoat Window.

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The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good. Calmness of mind is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom. — James Allen