On Water

This wanderer needs light
to tread the weedy paths right.
A few :
   flinging with each other ,
Many :
   killing the other.
These weedy shoots must be handled with might
or this wanderer will get entangled and drowned in that water of night.

This water needs force
to keep itself fixed and tight.
A tiny pebble on water can ripple the mighty ocean
Little droplets of time can split the mighty rocks asunder
Such is the brief story of the inner power on which you live and survive

Ripples emerging out  in my head
like little waves rippling out of this brain
I think, like water I should behave
So I might live the chaos and die the life
For the silent poise is death to water, the ripples a life!