At a distant place, where you and I may have once visited,
an old man sat at the waters edge observing the rising sun
In him the streams of serenity flowed freely, as each breath
was an exercise in appreciation.
This was not about physical elements.
It was a radiance from within, where a soul was content in its state
Where desires, were mere passing thoughts and not the forests within.

The old man had finally separated his burdens from his mind.
Where does the purpose lie, in reflecting on events outside our realm ?
In seeking the connection, he realizes without communication, he is alone.
In understanding his blessings, he feels the warmth of a higher power.
In separating his thoughts from envy, he is able to discover a beauty within.

This is the beauty that we can tap into if we seek it as an end and not the means.
For what could the means provide us, if the end remains the same ?
This old man is the fortunate one, for he was not the gladiator that won.
He respected the virtues of time and nurtured patience like a mother cares for her young.

Maybe my visit with this old man, in this beautiful place might sprinkle serenity upon me.
Or maybe my sunrise is the journey, that awaits me at my water's edge.