Far deep beneath the clear, blue surface-gleam,
I’ve only just begun to delve below
the calm and glassy mirror of this stream,
Perhaps I fear what vision quest may show.
So often thought to be a sign of growth,
Of wisdom, neath a superficial wit,
Still, I’m bereft of all is there to know,
Perhaps the stillness masks a deficit.
Is hidden depth an instrument to cheat,
or blessing to all sailors on the sea;
A noble trait or weapon to defeat?
It matters not for “shallow” floats debris.
Midst yin and yang, still waters oft run deep,
Serene, ‘neath calm demeanor, I shall keep.