poem: Ripple

One ripple in the pond,
ever expanding across time,
to encompass all who are born
with an everlasting find.

If we safeguard this treasure,
we also become stones,
cast into the currents of life,
to give of ourselves to others.

Notwithstanding, our susceptibility
to sink within the mire of materiality,
we may also send out ripples,
that will influence the world.

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s