 We've been enough to go from Katanjali. Thank you my dear friends for joining me Here's another poem from Katanjali On the seashore of endless worlds children meet the infinite sky Is motionless overhead and the restless water Is boisterous on the seashore of endless worlds The children meet with shouts and dances They build their houses with sand And they play with empty shells With withered leaves They weave their boats And smilingly float them on the vast deep Children have their play on the seashore of worlds They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets Pearl fishers dive for pearls Merchants sail in their ships While children gather pebbles and scatter them again They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets The sea surges up with laughter And pale gleams the smile of the sea beach Death dealing waves Sing meaningless ballads to the children Even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle The sea plays with children and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach On the seashore of endless worlds children meet Tempests roam in the pathless sky Ships get wrecked in the trackless water Death is abroad and children play On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children