As 2010 closes its door and 2011 opens the window for fresh air, the need for a gift worthy of your love has been my quest for the last couple of days. I have searched and searched and this few lines satisfies my quest. Please cherish it.




Sage is Courage

To the Gifted.
May your gift make ways
For you in the years.

To the Pressured.
Be not faint.
Success is a tale
Of conquered pressures.

To those whose road was not Smooth.
If the road was smooth,
those that tour will tell no tale.

So was the tale of the Sage,
"The road was not smooth
But we toured."

They sailed.
Not on still calm waters
But on stormy oceans.

They toured.
Not on marbled roads
Paved with gold,
Adorned with whispering palms
To shade.

But on swampy sands
Filled with blood sucking
Worms.

On scorpion infested deserts
With no water to heal tastes.

On beast-filled forests
With no bows and arrows
But courage and fearlessness
For defence.

If your goal is to be a Saint,
Be not faint.
If you will to conquer,
Do not detour.

Sage is courage.
The earth seeks a sage.
Be the sage.






Poetry by whisperinvoiz
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Written on 2010-12-30 at 18:42

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