End of My Journey to Nirvana.

Moving on towards the shore in my Kayak,
Paddling in the calm waters; slicing the fog.
Tranquil mind guiding me; my oars and rudder.

I see the distant banks of that river called life.
Eyes so clear and the darkness retreating with
The doubts of melting like the parting waters.

Through the gentle currents, I float in my boat,
Towards the welcoming hosts; angels they are.
I hear the strings of Harpsichord and the notes

Lute accompanying Cello with Flute enchanting;
Urging me to-hurry: the Nirvana is awaiting me.
Past; a life spent-- is like the spring snow thawing.

Now attachments are broken; a Perl necklace snapped.
I am leaving world, just the way I came, memories gone.
Nothing worthwhile earned, save the goodwill perhaps.

It is the river of my life merging into the shining tranquil sea.
In this Western Land dwells the Amitabha of thousand lights.
Here my journey ends; stepping out of the Kayak; I have reached.