Picture of Kovalam. Credits to my daughter-in-law.
Not for me the rough seas of turbulent emotions;
The swirling murky waters of a troubled sea,
Not the riding up on the crest of the choppy wave
To drop into the trough.
For me, I strive for the serenity of a calm ocean,
(Kovalam on a sunlit December morning?)
The clear waters of awareness, of quietitude,
Flowing like a balm through me.
No exciting surfer’s paradise;
Rather, the staid peace of a gentle sea.