I sometimes wish, I didn’t know a thing,
For when I sit in this unknowingness;
It’s an oasis of peace
Sunsets of brilliant wonder
Cast upon the sky
Wisps of clouds and colours
I or no man could ever paint.
How far the way home
In this land of emptiness,
Where I do nothing
Yet words appear from some horizon.
I hear them coming like the postman
Here is a poem of joy
Assume it though you have it not
Should your thoughts weigh upon you
Wrap them in joy
In your internal sunrise.
A thousand joys will be yours
Unspeakable treasures I will bring you
In this land of unknowingness
That no one knows, save in the silence
Of the distillery in the mind
Where no footprints fall
On invisible air
Nor hand or eye or ear
Could shake the peace
That extends in all directions
West east north south
Contained in a circumference
Of unfamiliar singularity
You could laugh till
The cows come home
At man’s follies,
Think one thought
And you are amongst them,
The oasis a distant memory.
to know well is a good sign but to know nothing is quiet different..it should be said clearly...this piece is very nice..naizz
hi wojja It’s an oasis of peace Sunsets of brilliant wonder Cast upon the sky Wisps of clouds and colours I or no man could ever paint. How far the way home great imagery put into fantastic lines cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good insightful piece...it sounds like a daydream where a conscious thought snaps one back to reality.