Patience
Even if the wind blows east
and the sails are tied up tight
memories of a storm this summer
stirs up butterflies
The might of the ocean
and its vacillating moods
a naughty sprite one moment
an irascible Poseidon the next.
Patience, sailor, patience
when I set sail
I closed my eyes and prayed
the ocean is what it is
my boat is what it is
and only with time will I learn
the true nature of the ocean,
of the boat, and of myself.
and the sails are tied up tight
memories of a storm this summer
stirs up butterflies
The might of the ocean
and its vacillating moods
a naughty sprite one moment
an irascible Poseidon the next.
Patience, sailor, patience
when I set sail
I closed my eyes and prayed
the ocean is what it is
my boat is what it is
and only with time will I learn
the true nature of the ocean,
of the boat, and of myself.
- Harish Suryanarayana
Labels: poetry
posted by Harish Suryanarayana at 5:43 PM
8 Comments:
Beautiful :).
Thank you Deeps! I think you are the only person visiting this blog these days :)
I think there are a lot more people, but they just don't know what to say to your intense "ramblings" :-D.
Deeps is very true..You are at higher levels and i am dumb found while reading your poetry. But i feel proud. This is my 'dodo' who had a crane's nose (kodu mooku) when he was a small kid..
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Read this only today.Really good.Dwell more in to your self definitely you will find more ecstasy
and joy.meditate!!!!?
Wonderful lines!! Like a most satisfactory conversation.
WoW! definitely beautiful..love your post.=)
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