Good Luck by TIMIR BANERJEE , MD
I dreamt that I saw a black horse running towards me through the clouds I kept my eyes shut as long as I could watching the rider with a shroud I didn ’ t want to reveal the third seal I kept looking for the lamb , the angel to gallop towards me for it was his thunder that I couldn ’ t steal .
It is not the wealth that had made me lucky It was not my caste or class at birth that had defined me It was the joy of surrendering The thrill of freedom from owning I was reaching the stage in my life to be a digambara , like the cloud That could move without any obstacles Not piercing the air but just melding , holding , and feeling the miracle Of knowing and watching , much like Emily had watched others While the permanent residents of the enclave had sat in the front chairs .
I liked not being known but just to be there A son , a child of God , to be present and yet unaware . To be lucky is a blessing that I know for sure A feeling of harmony with nature and God , contentment extraordinaire . Much like a bee on an apple blossom sequined by the dew While a tiara of sunshine reflects from a veil of moisture As it warms the pond of amor .
When I woke up my cheeks were moist and I had a sense of serenity As I would feel after an exercise of mindfulness meditation and fulfillment of satiety My God had kissed me as in 1 Peter 5:14 I smiled and rolled over I knew I was lucky by then
‘ Cause I had been home and I knew I had seen the All Mighty in heaven .
Dr . Banerjee is a clinical professor of neurosurgery at the University of Louisville .
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