It has all appeared to be a journey -
all the years, the stages and markers
All appeared as if a movement from here to there -
yet no one knew where, for destinations
though named
were always unknown, then always renamed
One thought one was bound for the place
but found it was not there and so one named another
and moved on - as it appeared always -
on another journey
And now there is clarity
as we move up this river
bound nowhere in particular
Not eager for a journey but to simply appreciate
the lotuses that grow
They are not going anywhere
They grow and they thrive and end -
and that is the beauty of it all
in all this movement, this flow of time
on which boats are carried
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every proceeding or step of life is a journey. Appearance of each moment takes us to destinations. Moving up in river we see clarity. Sailing this life in river like Earth of family and society it needs care and skills. Movement of life goes on with flow of time. Very interesting imagery is painted with the painted image.10