Nirvana?

Nirvana: Here and Now

Inside four walls

my body wakes at dawn,

the mind already restless.

I step in the yard.

Clouds drift.

Mist falls softly.

A bird shrills

from the top of the Italian spruce.

A crow flies off

to begin his day.

A ruby-throated humming bird

sips quietly from the feeder.

The garbage truck rattles past

With yesterday’s remains.

And still—the apricot tree blooms,

the Buddha sits beneath it.

In that stillness,

nothing is missing.

Nirvana?