Where is lost
the sweet silence
in the solitude we cherished;
the still truth in
the river of our reflection?
A restless echo
runs into our languid chest
and chases the content out.
A yearning resonates -- everywhere.
There's a ripple
the images come unseen
the form of our being.
We scream at life
as the blur surfaces.
Where raindrops crash so quietly
Speaking soft with subtle sounds aloud
And in a language to be seen around
Like moving hands their white ripples fade
Out into conversations crowned with mist
The kind of sweeping breath alive
Which breaths itself out atop the waters edge
Just as words once hung on the morning dew
Now they wake with joy and are gone the next
As a calming way on this crustless wave
The waters return beneath and rest
Your thoughts are often effected,
to the deeds in one way or other;
Same way the deeds are effected,
to the whole life in one way or other;
As the ripple in a pond are spreading,
like round and round from the center...
Like ripples are spreading,
its effect to the entire pond;
Same way thousands of ripples are flowing out, to the sea around....
As the ripples in a pond are making, everlasting effects;
Same way doing good deeds,
can ripple out in ever-expanding circles...
Like the ripples expand its effect from center to round and round;
Same way the ever lasting chain of deeds, impact the whole world around.
Ripple effect so as our deeds
Everything brings us
To the moment
We're meant to be at.
For better or worse,
Life is chaos.
And our actions have
Warrent infinite possibilities.
Have no control over.
We dip our toe into life's pool
and watch the ripples
affect the lives of those around us
hoping not to offend
but fit in, without too much disturbance
we may even walk a little way off shore
considering ourselves brave
to have come this far
but there are those who
regardless of how cold the water may be
will plunge head first, screaming
into the blue
I watch them, jealously
hesitating in the shallows.
And if you are in any doubt as to your ability,
To effect a change upon this world,
Look no further than a pool of rock water,
Disturbed by a single drop of rain.
Now imagine a torrent.
breeze ripples palm groves,
a gleam in coconut fronds;
past peeps through the mist!
My hopes were lower than the floor of city puddles
The sunlight came which was your name
And evaporated me into the clouds
And now all that's left is the little sounds
Of the new me falling all around
With a ripple I change
Gosh... I really like how this one turned out. Not that the expression is perfect or that it's completely about me. But the flow, the flow.