The Message

I open the window
To calmness
Brighter and serene
Than the depths and crevices
The nooks and cracks
The turns and paths
In my labyrinthine mind
The mango tree
Now old and fruitless
Stood
Bathed in full moon light
Calm
Happy
Proud
There are other mango trees
It says
And other trees
But apart from them all
There is me
It says
I listen
And close the window