The world is in turmoil
Yet you recline
The waves that drown the world
Arrive as calm water to your feet
The sound of of warrior's call
Sounds to you like your hymn
Yet in all such ad hoc
You seem to smile endlessly
You are a con
Yet you are
One who twists the world
Why should I call you the gentle
When all you seem to do is let things be
Said the novice hermit

Why should I worry
For I cannot change
What is to be, shall
And what shall, has already been ready to
You seek me for the wrong reasons
I am not to solve the defined
I recline, to show you to
For when I let it be
It has to be
You shall soon find me
When you do not want to
For your want of me as of now is a want
Said Narayana to the Novice