Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Thursday, December 16th, 2010

Outside the Window

Conception Bay, Newfoundland

How the morning looked:

Outside our window curved colours came,
Outside our window gulls played a game.
Outside our window sprays swirled about.
And outside our window waves moved in and out.

Inside our window we marveled at the arch.
Inside our window we pined to reach and touch.
Inside our window the bay appeared anointed.
And inside our window we suddenly were disappointed.

From the veranda we looked with some dismay.
From the veranda Ram's bow became all grey.
From the veranda the waves now set the time.
And from the veranda the sight was once sublime.

From the top window it seemed about the same.
From the top window the gulls cast no blame.
From the top window time and tide wait for none.
And from the top window I saw nature in its fleeting fun.

- Bhaktimarga Swami

The above poem was written for the neighbours at Conception Bay, Neil and Cathy, while I stayed at Ricken Patel's home on the bay. I'm grateful for the friendship of all three of them.

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