The sea is soaring high
So high that the shore is scared
It raises its wings
Wings that rise to steal her wealth
Then calmly it moves away
And she is drained of her treasure
But she can’t be detached
Detached of her power
Her power to endure
The waves of the sea eternally come and go touching the shore energetically and recede in silence. Roaring transformed into silence is the change necessary for all of us to be peaceful and blissful in silence. Nice poem.
Endurance is no power, dear; it is God's grace which one cultivates to lead life calmly and peacefully. By the way, what you have mentioned in your bio; from where did you get it? ? ? (dont want to repeat your statement)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Endurance is not power but can be acquired and advocated only by power very nice expression regards sandhya