Tranquillity

Their entrance to the world,
it is a tiny small town.
It's not that big, they say.
There is an enormous world out there,
and a lot much more at play.

The playschool mayor differs.
It seems tall, wide and big.
There are ducks in the pond,
and there is time to kill.

Will they ever stop talking,
about this unknown place.
It has tons of glitter and lights.
You can see it in their eyes.

The helm is steered with a shift of sails.
The wind fills in, and a bent is made.
Off you Go, from Dawn to Dusk.
Grow out of this town, you must.

One destined day, land is sighted,
as the ship runs ashore.
There is no pond nor ducks here,
but a different kind of allure.

Rush & gush, technology & fashion,
the concrete world has concrete ways.
Millions of people in limited spaces,
And countless complex games at play.

Ponds and trees and forest trails,
men trade them away for gold.
The time you killed, still sticks to you.
It keeps you from growing old.

The calm of the pond lives forever,
in that feeling you cannot run from.
And while the ship must sail beyond,
it remembers where it comes from.

The tale

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.

~ Charles Dickens

Der Vagabond

“I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter. 

We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.” 

― James Kavanaugh, There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves

The Golden Temple

Some pictures from my trip to the Golden Temple in Amritsar.

Rain

I saw the ocean bleed into the sky,
the sons of Poseidon rising up high.

They form brigades, bond up with allies,
as their armies get ready to fling ,

On their conquest the world relies,
they march forth to drench the yonder hill !