Fallen down
On a tired ground
In the monastic, silent
Familiar antechamber
Of the mind
The Sacred
Guessed
Beyond absurd shadows
To which
A sense
Must be given
Life's bewilderment
The dream
That was dreamt
Caught in a frame
Mistaken
Where all was wrong
Blindness
Dragging
A whole wagon
Of inner
Damnation
Aspiring to
Higher
Transcending
Fulfillment
A faithful
Engagement
Implied
In the dizzy
Twirling ballet
Falling down...
To be born again
2 commentaires:
WQent through several of your poems..
There is a pain which I felt was converted into a healing touch..
As if there was an experience of transformation..I saw your blogs too.very unique...
Thanks a lot for your very insightful comment sam and for taking time to read the poems of my blog..It seems you rightly perceived some 'esssential' points I tried to express here..Thanks..
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