a part of me dies
while another part regenerates
a thought dies
while another thought blooms
as i walk by the sea
for every step i put forward
the one behind gets washed off
there're times i earnestly wish
i were dead:
a willing suspension of
all senses i think i perceive
i'm in constant flux of
breath and no breath
thought and no thought...
tell me, my friend
should i pride that
i know you?
25mar2010
21.43hrs
Echoes of sadness, but always a full measure of grace. Very touching. Love, Sandra
Hating thought is dispassion…very deep poem…and in thought is dys[painful]passion… Message of Bhagvad Gita… Masterly crafted and in essence Ms. Nivedita UK PS 10+
had read it on facebook....but now seems different suddenly.... amazing poem....a bit intriguing though....dunno why. loved it nonetheless. thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a profound and serene 'fluidity' at the bottom of it. CP