The wind's kiss turns
the ocean into a pilgrim.
See how it bows down
to the sand grains on the shore.
This is when a lone footstep
choses to go with the flow -
to meet the depths
with instinctive buoyancy.
Within a swirling realm
a blue stream recognises
an old sand grain - that
carries the mountain's breath.
Another traveler readies
to bless the shores as
karma hides the fruits
in an ocean's deep pockets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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