The river flows and I run beside it
An unmoving witness to my motion
The river flows and I stand beside it
A moving witness to my silence
The river; she sings of vagabondage
Of finding love in distant lands
Of rounded pebbles and alluvial flows
And cycles of birth on either shore
The river sings with a cadence ineffable
Of the tranquility of a roving life
The river soothes this oft querulous child
And a rover I know sings back to her
`Vasudhaiva kutumbakam', she murmurs
`Vasudhaiva kutumbakam', I concur
I open my heart to the universe
The universe opens its mind to me.
An unmoving witness to my motion
The river flows and I stand beside it
A moving witness to my silence
The river; she sings of vagabondage
Of finding love in distant lands
Of rounded pebbles and alluvial flows
And cycles of birth on either shore
The river sings with a cadence ineffable
Of the tranquility of a roving life
The river soothes this oft querulous child
And a rover I know sings back to her
`Vasudhaiva kutumbakam', she murmurs
`Vasudhaiva kutumbakam', I concur
I open my heart to the universe
The universe opens its mind to me.
3 comments:
Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam, that fit in brilliantly. Very nice poem!
It's funny how it takes a certain threshold level of tranquility and satisfaction to appreciate a thought.. and I have neither now :-(
Ah.
You and your river:-D
u dont know me and u will not even
care much.some truth ,i want to share with u,everytime i feel sad or confused,i come to ur blog and read ur stuff.and i go back with a sense of joy and wonder.
yes,i know u.how?u r there everywhere in ur words.
hopefully i will come to uminnesota for grad study and hopefully u will still be there and i will meet u.
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