Isn’t it strange, that the wandering man who embraces change,
Is the one that finds the fidelity to stay constant to his ultimate self?
Isn’t it strange, that the quiet soul which lives through ennui,
Is the one that finds the dexterity to weave tales out of thin air?
Isn’t it strange, that the strong feet which leave the hearth to explore new grounds,
Are the ones that find the tenderness to build a warm Home?
Isn’t it strange, that the ambitious mind which relentlessly pursues knowledge,
Is the one that finds the humility to accept its smallness?
Isn’t it strange, that the fragile heart which lives through strife and despair,
Is the one that finds the strength to support relentless faith?
Isn’t it strange, that the naive man who faces the threat of indifference,
Is the one that finds the elusive wisdom of unconditional Love?
Isn’t it strange, that the fearful soul which surrenders to the experiences of living,
Is the one that finds the fearlessness to face the shortening of life?
~Rishika Sudhir Dhody
