Ah, when I walk in my vision,
a solid world
materializes under my feet.
Words come unbidden
like tame deer from the forest
and resonate to the height of the firmament,
the lowest reaches of the depths.
But the path of mere obligation
becomes so dusty
that first breathing is hard,
then the way is lost,
and finally the world itself
is only a cloud
in which I'm lost.
Soaring Lyricism, A great description of the state of mind that exists when poetry arrives in its purest form.
And which of these worlds is the one that matters more in the great scheme of things, and if it's the path of obligation then surely it says something very revealing about us or implies that something has gone badly wrong with that path - as if the balance is way out of kilter... that makes a lot of sense to me. But perhaps there's is simply no satisfying some of us unless we're writing on the walls.. Lovely provocative thoughts, and writing Max. A pleasure to read. Thanks, jim
'When I walk in my vision' - I like that phrase - it says it all. Nice reminder to take time out of our humdrum everyday life to 'walk' in the world of possibility and creativity. The gifts are just waiting for us to find them, if we take the time to look for them. Nice work, Max. Linda :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
did this for my literature class. nice imagery.