To look back is to freeze in time;
to be fixed, rooted to a moment
that has lived its life.
Do not regret;
do not forget;
but do not look back,
for every moment
is a rebirth,
a life,
and a little death.
Take the lives you live
in every moment -
learn from them
with every indrawn breath.
Circle-spiral ever inward;
eyes turned away
as the new day dawns,
searching for a different light,
a different state of mind
that is impossible to find
and yet following just behind.
Thank you. I, too, favor this piece as a representation of my more introspective and personally educational. It's partly at the inspiration of my belief that time doesn't truly exist - we move through it as a dimension, but it is one that we created due to our need to categorize everything. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful and profound as well. Thank you for sharing it!