Everyday I open a package
wrapped in the colors of my own self
as I look inside
I find treasures and lost pictures
of the places I long to be.
I discover boxes and see myself outside
of the rims that make one
I can not live in a square where limitations
with no escape want to sallow me whole
I see a triangle with the top pointed
to the skies, to the colors of the clouds
voices that come from there, unveil
as I sit on the bottom of the triangle; a square
in a form of a table where I lay
to receive the magic of love
from its tip
only then I can truly be free
what else can I loose myself into
what else can make me want to live
I forgot telling after i received your package as a formality that i acknowledge hereby my like and appreciation of your writing.The comment written below is past and is what i unpacked as envelope or ornamentations to read your message
Package is your introspection.Its formatting ones own self from beliefs, parameters, social dos and goals set before or so long settled with.They are sometimes difficult as they are plenty like those pebbles on railway tracks and drops of water that makes an ocean.But who has told you you cannot be infinite when you explore yourself new from day to day from the finite boundaries of experiences which makes you more and more bolder.So you loose unto yourself to look beyond.Nothing is more divine than it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the poem, well written and the message in it is great. Siya_! !