The Beauty Of The Flow Poem by Raj Arumugam

It has all appeared to be a journey -
all the years, the stages and markers

All appeared as if a movement from here to there -
yet no one knew where, for destinations
though named
were always unknown, then always renamed
One thought one was bound for the place
but found it was not there and so one named another
and moved on - as it appeared always -
on another journey

And now there is clarity
as we move up this river
bound nowhere in particular

Not eager for a journey but to simply appreciate
the lotuses that grow
They are not going anywhere
They grow and they thrive and end -
and that is the beauty of it all
in all this movement, this flow of time
on which boats are carried