Krishna Blue Sky

Dad passes me in the kitchen, turns and says,


Just be

Be not this or that

Be like the white clouds

        in 

the Krishna Blue 

       sky

Just floating

Going nowhere

       and

in the floating - the flowing

       is

The blossoming!

All is right that seems most wrong to clever egos...


then carries on his way to the round table; jar of almond butter in one hand, bright orange clementine in the other, half-smile on face.


(Rumi? I will find out in the morning.)