The
skies were calm, the waters were still
The
sun was ablaze, and the silence was shrill;
As
the Zen Tao sisters meandered to the fore.
“Where
to, my dear ladies?” enquired the man
“The
Great Land of Shanghai” said the maiden called Yang
The
boatman consented, the Tao sisters bowed
And
lounged in the ferry the three made a crowd
“How
long is the ride?” enquired sweet Yin
“Quite
long when alone, quite short with your kin”
“How
large is the city?” enquired her twin
“A
speck from afar, a giant within”
“Oh
how many questions, how many a doubt!!”
“Let’s
picture what Shanghai is really about”
“Oh
Yin, they have buildings that talk to the skies”
“Sweet
Yan, they have shanties that cater to flies”
“Dear
Yin, there are cars so swanky and grand
That
adorn those roads in that beautiful land”
“Oh
Yan those roads are terribly plain
How
big is the car, how small is the lane.”
“The
weather is pleasant, the people are nice”
“The
people are mean, the weather plays dice”
“Dear
Yin, I’ve heard that the rich are so rich
“Oh
Yan the rich are few and far between
With
poverty flooding the wealth has no sheen.”
“The
port is so famous, the ships are so vast”
“Infamous
my dear, let your hopes not be cast”
“They
boast of hotels that look like a dream”
“When
dreams turn nightmares, hope you don’t scream!!”
“Oh
Yin, the ladies are pretty and fair!!”
“Prettier
than me?? They can’t even dare!!”
“My
dear sweet ladies, pray spare a swift glance
Catch
a glimpse of your guesses, and bask in a trance
For
before you the golden shore that you see
Is
Shanghai that graces the Great Yangtze.”
“Oh
Yin I expected a fairly pretty land
But
a paradise awaits me, so sleek and so grand”
“Oh
Yang I expected a frigid town
So
right was my judgement, my hopes are too down”
The
boat brushed the sands with a gentle low tide
The
ladies alighted and paid for the ride
The
boatman stood watching as the Tao sisters trudged
To
a land they didn’t know but had already judged
The
boatman laughed and said to the skies
This
is life at its best, the lows and the highs
Predictions
are true, they always will be
Since we see everything as we wish them to be
Our
opinions are merely our thoughts in disguise
For
beauty lies in the beholders eyes
Life
is a book, the words are the same
It’s
the way it is read that changes the game
It’s
not what’s without but what is within
That
makes some of us Yang and some of us Yin
A
journey of a thousand miles, the Great Lao Tzu sang
Life
is an outlook Life is Yin-Yang.
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