Meditation in Verses: Ebb and Gems

I stand at ebb's receding end

to meditate life's low terms,

to learn the enchantment of life

as I walk on transient sea bed

to know the sea better in its ebb. 

Dr Abe V Rotor 

Ebb

The crest on the western sky shrunk

into flimsy ball and by dawn sank

with the maiden rays of sunrise

across the horizon in quiet and peace

while birdsongs herald on the east.

To the gods and mystic lunar order,

the shore ceases from unending trouble

and fear that proud men find respite

to look at the sea so endearing

and inviting to the seafaring.

Here the waves lay dead and numb,

like life losing its throbbing desire,

here too, is truth bare and seen, 

the soul within him is known

where love is found and sown.

Here corals reveal ensconced creatures

fry scampers from dainty hands;

man wanders with probe and net

with watchful eye and cunning touch

to caress earth's naked patch.

I stand at ebb's receding end

to meditate life's low terms

to learn the enchantment of life

as I walk on a transient sea bed

to know the sea better at its ebb. 

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Gems 

Dawn wakes on silvery web

over lazy maze of mist 

rising with the rhythm of feet 

of those who fear no defeat.

Spartans they move unknown,

with fires that rage and burn,

in sweet test of age and fear, 

from the good life's sphere. 

While children grope and stare,

a bird chirps behind a wall,

while Pierian waters beam 

ageless as it may seem.

But gems sparkle then die in drops,

like beauty that fades in sight,

or shadows when the light is out,

save silent steps that move about. ~

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