Dedicated to Narendra Virsingh Rana (1948-2018), who is likely floating his paper boats in a celestial abode of light, joy, and the gods, as he calculates how to help humanity solve her issues of high finance and enable earth’s hidden gifts. Namaste.

I will fold these
reflections
Into paper boats
And float them
across the rivers
of time,
as life

Like water, held
calmly in my palm
You can see
your reflection in it
as it slips through your fingers

And the lost souls—
oh the lost souls
Each waiting
to reclaim the time
their dreams
their heart

I lean into what silence teaches
I find my own pulse again—
not separate,
just steady

The current is still ours,
but I no longer need to swim
the strokes of others
to stay afloat.
I embrace the soft margins
of discernment

Sadness, too,
Like the transient traveler
waits for the next train
Some vistas have changed
But many remain
to witness my own journey.

Teaching
me to be a witness
to myself
In silence

Life and death
are interwoven.
Like waves, we form;
like waves

Like waves, we gather energy
as we move forward.
Like waves, we bring joy and wisdom to many

Life rides on us and within us.
It’s a dance of life
and death
surrounded
by its own beauty
and its own destiny,
with peaks and valleys.
Each cycle complete
with its own unique splendor

I find my own pulse again—
I ride with destiny
not separate,
just steady
steady
steady