Where do you find the wise? Under a tree? Or near the sea? By the boulder and rocks? Or a waterfall beside the loch? Maybe the hermit in its shell, Can show and tell. Or the nomad that soars, Will show the right door. Don’t look far, Just look within. Pain, discourse and sin – Fuels the seeds in its cage. Ready to blossom the sage. That is… Where you find the wise. Poem By Sanjeev 'Cimeries' Retnasingam
Art of Cimeries 