The sage

Morning sun was still asleep
beyond the eastern horizon
he dragged his tired body
and reached the sage’s feets.

He has heard it far and wide
this sage had a magic touch
he can heal every pain
make every sorrow disappear.

He has lost every thing
every thing that mattered to him
someone showed him the path to him
when he was about to end it all.

The sage sat with an aura of peace
his eyes were firmly closed
he waited for hours for him to look
day turned into night and day again.

Days turned into weeks
the sage did not opened his eyes
and he did not ventured away
he sat there at his feet patiently.

He watched with sheer joy
how wild birds and animals
came and shared the fruits
left by the villagers for the sage.

They treated him with blind trust
playing around him like babies.
he noted the aura of happiness and peace
on the face of the penniless sage.

He walked away a transformed man
he did not needed the sage to confirm
peace lies within our own souls
no one can show us its way.

And when we have found that treasure
losing every thing else wont count
for we know we have the greatest wealth
stored within our very own soul.