Monday, September 8, 2008

The Music And The Song Of The Wood

A river that has
meandered through
the caverns of rough weather,
has lived a life long enough.
And moved and moved before wither
Into the wonder that stood
with open arms and with shelters
for all.
It is but the deep blue waters.

The turbulence and chaos,
the restlessness that grows
mounts and mounts when
the river flows.
The calmness and peace,
that movement, that ease
comes and comes with...
she, sea and the breeze.

All pains are gone.
Gone are the belongings.
All pleasures are gone.
Gone are the longings.

What remains is the music
and the song of the wood.
Once she travelled by
in her early childhood.