my writing

The lone monk stands on the cusp of the ocean 

watches as his footsteps, 

the ones he wishes others would follow in, 

dissolve away  

and take all his enlightenment  

betwixt blue hands 

to carry them off into the vast world. 

The lone monk stands at the liminal, 

becoming but also unbecoming  

as cruel waves slam against jagged edges 

and take away what was oh so carefully built  

while creating soft, beautiful curves  

thus destroying while rebirthing 

the land surrounding.

Smriti Sudhakar | A Monk, poem

Caspar David Friedrich | Monk by the Sea, painting

A lone monk stands and wonders: 

“Will he too be absorbed by the blues of the world?” 

Steadfast and never moving, he stands and weathers 

the onslaught of comber  

letting his  

Hopes 

Dreams 

Ambitions 

be consumed by the voracious ocean  

and reshaped, so that they too  

may go on to create something new and beautiful.