Tiny Ripples

The night of anguish and wakefulness Bewildered me like a lost sailor in the endless Vast sea, yet the agonies I embrace as I find The kernel becomes edible when I scrape off the rind, I could not reach the yonder Light of the loftiest star, Still to see its gleam I have a desire. Only divine destiny can cure my destiny, Only the sun that shines with generosity Can make my sea of life bountiful, wondrous Things I have seen arising from my sea that create Huge waves— appear to me rumbling, unpredictable Sometime, that taunt me to regard my humble Pool with tiny ripples!