lt doesn’t matter
how so plain,
Or rough the crust may be —
The kernel is
what truly counts —
The part we cannot see.
A piece of land
perceived as good,
And ripe for human toil
may yet prove unproductive
Without the proper soil.
Can we appraise
the sabre
While still within its sheath,
or comprehend the ocean
Unless we look beneath
Sights we often
fail to see
And thoughtlessly pass by,
may yet be those that satisfy
The palate, not the eye.
It doesn’t matter how so plain
Or rough the crust may be,
The kernel is what truly counts —
The part we cannot see.
A piece of land perceived as good
And ripe for human toil
May yet prove unproductive
Without the proper soil.
Can we appraise the saber
While still within its sheath,
Or comprehend the ocean
Unless we look beneath?
Sights we often fail to see
And thoughtlessly pass by
May yet be those that satisfy
The palate, not the eye.
Little drops of water and tiny grains of sand can make a mighty ocean and shape a pleasant land. When asked as to where and when I learned to recite these lines, I answered. in no uncertain terms, that it was in pre-school,far back in time when, like any child, I was taught to memorize a number of nursery rhymes, such as the one above-titled. This particular rhyme conveyed a moral message that was etched in my memory but, at the same time, served as a supportive pillar that continues to inspire me to focus on the importance of not surrendering to any kind of negativity, in spite of failures to attain my long-nursed objective in life. These lines also remind me that if we walk the paths of endeavor, one step at a time, we might get closer to success with confidence and faith in ourselves, without losing sight of the particular objective that we pursue.
The primary ingredients that can help spice up “a cocktail of efforts” are a mixture of patience, unflagging endeavors and undying determination, whipped up to be heady enough to induce the uplifting effect of stirring up our spirit, as we proceed in the direction of success, in spite of its remoteness.
As we all know, the key to any kind of success is determination, in spite of failures. Falling down does not mean that we should not get back on our feet . If we remain anchored along the shore of negativity, we tend to underestimate the inherent value of life’s compass that can direct us across the vast ocean of our endeavors. It may take longer than we expect. One step at a time, just as the message conveyed by the above-titled nursery rhyme, should serve as the foundation upon which we can build our future and realize the fulfillment of our dreams.
It doesn’t matter how so plain
Or rough the crust may be;
The kernel is what truly counts —
The part we cannot see.
A piece of land perceived as good
And ripe for human toil,
May yet prove unproductive
Without the proper soil.
Can we appraise the sabre
While still within its sheath,
Or comprehend the ocean
Unless we look beneath?
Sights we often fail to see
And thoughtlessly pass by,
May yet be those that satisfy
The palate, not the eye.
Poems:
Breath Of Soul
To love
is to let a soul breathe
freely,
so freely
that God is felt
deep within
the body’s
inner sanctum
Peace To The Shores
I watch the gulls
swooping down
from a clear, blue sky,
as if teasing
the dolphins below,
performing adeptly,
like clowns, intent
on stirring up the calm
upon the ocean surface,
tickling the summer wind
that it may blow with
double vigor,
wafting the aroma
of peace to the
shores.
Horizon
It appears the horizon
touches the sea
somewhere yonder
one to be.
Being of earth,
circling the sun,
the two, in fact,
are really one.
Likewise, mankind’s
horizon broad
touches the awesome
spirit of God.
Freedom Boats Of Life
Tossing on the seas of strife
sail the freedom boats of life —
freedom boats within the scope
of their compasses of hope —
stalwart boats riding crests
of fulfillment that attests
to voyages of success
and pursuits of happiness,
entering harbors of goodwill
and the spirits that instill
feelings of such joy and bliss
that no voyager should miss.
Little drops of water and tiny grains of sand can make a mighty ocean and shape a pleasant land. When asked as to where and when I learned to recite these lines, I answered. in no uncertain terms, that it was in pre-school, far back in time when, like any child, I was taught to memorize a number of nursery rhymes, such as the one above-titled. This particular rhyme conveyed a moral message that was etched in my memory but, at the same time, served as a supportive pillar that continues to inspire me to focus on the importance of not surrendering to any kind of negativity, in spite of failures to attain my long-nursed objective in life. These lines also remind me that if we walk the paths of endeavor, one step at a time, we might get closer to success with confidence and faith in ourselves, without losing sight of the particular objective that we should pursue.
The primary ingredients that can help spice up “a cocktail of efforts” are a mixture of patience, unflagging endeavors and undying determination, whipped up to be heady enough to induce the uplifting effect of stirring up our spirit, as we proceed in the direction of success, in spite of its remoteness.
As we all know, the key to any kind of success is determination, in spite of failures. Falling down does not mean that we should not get back on our feet . If we remain anchored along the shore of negativity, we tend to underestimate the inherent value of life’s compass that can direct us across the vast ocean of our endeavors. It may take longer than we expect. One step at a time, just as the message conveyed by the above-titled nursery rhyme, should serve as the foundation upon which we can build our future and realize the fulfillment of our dreams.
It doesn’t matter now so plain
Or rough the crust may be,
The kernel is what truly counts —
The part we cannot see.
A piece of land perceived as good
And ripe for human toil
May yet prove unproductive
Without the proper soil.
Can we appraise the sabre
While still within its sheath,
Or comprehend the ocean,
Unless we look beneath?
Sights we often fail to see
And thoughtlessly pass by
May yet be those that satisfy
The palate, not the eye.
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