Fair Tidings

Out wandering again tonight.
Counting stars
Under their twinkling light.
No order to their chaotic mess
Defining beauty nevertheless.
A subtle yet profound reminder
Of the mystery that is life.
From chaos stems order,
From order rises mayhem.
Nothing permanent,
But everything sublime.
Create, destruct and redefine.
Like a phoenix rising from its ashes,
Like dust returning to dust.
No end, no beginning
To this circle of life.
It loops over and over again.
Don’t fret,
Breathe in, breathe out.
Chaos is only a harbinger
Of favorable changes in tides.
Anchors aweigh!
Feel the wind in your hair
Adjust sails,
And you’ll be all set.

Images courtesy: Dhananjay Bhati

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16 thoughts on “Fair Tidings

  1. Very nice poetry! As I get older I’m learning that even the worst things that have happened to me have shaped me as a person. And so I adjust my sails as I feel the wind in my hair, waiting for that which guides me, be it a rogue wave, the exciting rush of a harsh wind, or the gentle breeze that lets my vessel meander onwards to the sunset. 🙂

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  2. Beautiful poem😊
    “Feel the winds and you will be all set”. Loved reading the poem! Life brings us good news at the most unexpected times and brings order out of chaos.

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