Verse

By the window she stands
Head tossed up
Looking into the vacuum
Of the infinite nothingness.
She intends to freeze that mind
Catching those rodents of thoughts 
That persist
In the mousetrap of presence.
The internal waves settle
The ocean stands still
Like a sheet of glass
Catching the reflection of what is
When what was or will be
Wait on the other side of the railing
For an opportune strike.
Bathing in the light, she stands
Breathing in the being,
Oblivious to the world beyond 
That is perhaps in a frenzy
Of critters ransacking 
Through the peace of now
She cares less,
Standing with her feet criss cross-
Like a guard 
Before her treasure of serenity.
By the window she leans
Lending support from her inner being.
With A smile playing peekaboo
On the lips of that zen!

Photo - Gabrielle Coco Chanel, copyrights- Getty images 1951