Makhtub, living life as it comes

Sweet and innocent Raises itself from. Deep within the sub conscious One moment is closer the next closest For bitter sweet is the time of this memory Sweet caressing winds Flow through the body and touch the soul Momentary happiness Instant sadness Life is as life never was One moment to another All that was left was a memory Refreshed in the wind And let be to live out its day An old memory

A head in spiral. Movements and stagnation are all the same One moment here, the next lost forever. Time left thoughts, and tiring events left the troughs Heady winds and courageous attempts, All but fail within the footfall of nature's hunger One Norse god, battling with vigour, Infusing life and thoughts for all spirits to augur One rough wave is but the beginning of a challenge For the ocean is big and the will to conquer it but indomitable

A drop of water, Started a journey from the leaf to the pond, From dotted moves to slow movement Slanted leaves and quiet pond All there was was but the move of a droplet The breath held in rhythm Slide one by one across does the droplet  One moment the next and the next after too Moments after moments all there are are just the slow movement of a droplet Time is trained, troubles forgotten  For in each a droplet causing a ripple  Is the pond of the heart filled with silence