Saturday, March 04, 2006

Swimming in samsara


The waters seem so wide,
stormy and turbulent;
the wind blows cold
and the salt stings my eyes

But if I keep my head up
and ride the peaks and troughs,
I will be able to breathe
and will stay afloat

Aye, the waves will roll
no matter what I do;
it is up to me to swim
and roll along with them.

(original poem by me)

(Photo courtesy of Green Clouds)

1 comment:

"James" said...

Beautiful poem. Thank-you for sharing your words and talent with us.