I walk a path
with no feet
in fact there is no trail.
Lonely some ask?
I knew a broader ass-fault Highway
until seeing how low it was.
Eye spotted a distant gate
peculiar, it was so narrow.
I had to shed my backpack
of beliefs, drop all my clothes
even lose a pound or two of flesh,
but I was drawn there and pulled
in by unseen love.
Once inside
oddly I went blind and only could
follow my gut.
No maps, no worn out path to follow.
I followed feel, fragrance and
a subtle pull as if magnetic.
The further I ventured
the more beauteous it became,
we became,
for I faded into the scenery
and became part of its holy essence.
Hard to fathom, I was it, it was me
There was no clock
it IS Eternity
and it IS NOW
.............a beautiful and imaginative poem...at first I thought this was your dream from last night...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite the deep emotion you lay out here; somehow it was blatant in its 'figurativeness'. Very nice Luv