The Journey

 

Little dew parted with cloud

Gloating over its new identity

Clinging on hope, driven by faith

Starts its little thrill journey

 

Racked by breezes and wind

Drifted, pulled and pushed away

Inches ahead, smashed and hurt

Saving gritty self all the way

 

Fickle, the mind, comes forth

Raising questions that sting

Each, more lost than the other

Unable to find a shred to cling

 

At last, it falls on the surface

Of the ocean, vast and blue

Disperses into the oblivion

Now ocean, no more a dew

 

Wheel of the continuum

Spins through light and day 

Ignorance yields, yet though

Leading existence astray

 

- Shunyatha 




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