A contrast
You go
to the Himalayas,
Avowed Penance and
Profound
string of meditation
Are
not the only remedies.
Stultifying revelations
Are
too many, mysterious
Ground breaking too.
In the
melting snow,
In
the downpour of rains,
You
see the hardness of
Human hearts, Thaw
Not.
In the hard
stone,
Beneath the exterior,
There is a wet
border.
The carpenter’s
Hammer and
intermittent
Beats on the wooden teapot,
emit unique rhythms,
Cautionary tale for bystanders
And listeners
as well.
Painful rhythm to listen to.
Salt in the ocean waters,
sea shell and conch ,
roars and frothy
foams
powering sands and helpless
Anchorage and
marooned
Ships –weave tales of
ample past.
All contrast to man’s
small brain.
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