The Spring

The time has come,
To look up to your goal and stare it,
Whereafter you have to live with it,
Drink with it, sleep with it, dream with it.


You have walked great miles,
The time has come to touch the milestone,
Convert iron to gold with Philosopher's Stone,
Wherein you have to dissolve, and with content drone.


For when an itinerant person finds the spring,
He has no place to go, he can sigh, a new breeze blows,
He can plunge into it, swallow it, it mellows,
True happiness after forlorn days it bestows.


Where the wet trails take you, follow,
For you have the faith, selflessness and gallant,
That when stones pester you will be a rock valiant,
And when you will persist will walk the torrent.


Amidst that spring you'll know only springs,
Even when autumns, winters, and summers trespass,
Even in droughts, even in floods, peace will encompass,
Even after the perpetuation of hurricanes of humongous mass.


For Lord Krishna says those who are selfless,
Those who are imperturbable and those who don't perturb,
Those who work for the destitute, and gloom they curb,
Whose eyes are unto me, will find me, this I promise.
Him nothing can disturb.