Distant lights throw golden shimmer
through docked ships and sail boats;
A look from far away lands
you would think the island floats;

Some are born in the Island
some come here and settle;
For the ones who've had a long stand
needless worries are little;

Silence isn't scary, crowds too familiar;
Even as mind is a little weary,
lapping waves wipes the shore clear.
Waters placid and peaceful
whispers tacit and silent;

But for the reluctant some
it gets rough and violent;
For they come here, visit and then go
they who just come fishing to and fro

It is for them the silence is scary
and the weather raging and rampant,
even as all is tranquil and serene,
nature too benign and benevolent;

Helpless heart grapples with its part
restless mind strggles to balance sense;
They wouldnt know to stop or start
wouldn't know they come from whence;

When heart is am island, mind is the shore;
If mind is an island, where would the heart go?