no return

No Return.

Sea-shell tells of hard life’s ocean
calming when reaching Nirvana’s
pristine strand.

Nuns in a rowing boat smile, terns
float on silent air, no tempest can
reach this shore.

Sun is bland, leave passion behind
when wading ashore, here where
no one whispers of hidden delight

Scintillating sun upon sea, music
reaches my ears…too late now,
god sits on a stone… motionless.