Walking in the Elders’ forest
I’ve met ancient trees bowing back to Earth
Some weeping, joyful, or at rest
But I found one pushed on haze’s reef
“I don’t know”, he answered
With his misty spirit and virgin gaze
He made my soul question the grief
From us all leaving the maze
I know his roots are deep anchors
Though now his mind only gathers
The feelings of a versed heart
He floats on the moment’s surface
Meeting past people who resurface
They, everyday, recites him stories of a fellow man
life when viewed from different angles has its pros and cons...path trodden and way forward unknown project their own visions...well written
When we look for ourselves Guy, we are met with so many disillusionments, and disappointments, that we go back into our possum hole, and every now and then peek out. The maze of life can be one that no one ever comes out of. The nextr time someone asks you 'why do you...? ' Answer him saying 'Well, why do you...? ' The human condition is one mystery after another, and seemingly unsolvable. Thank you for sharing this enigma of self soul searching. Love & hugs, Barbara
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could picture stoic trees