The thinking man sits on a throne of stone
All the while looking in the abyss of past present and future
Wondering on all that is still to be known
Had he seen what was ahead would he of had his eyes sutured?
Seeking leads you on to discovery
Not though preparing you for the much needed recovery
To think is to give yourself to more than you can handle
As you walk through the sand bare of no sandals
Mind your aimless walks through thought
They often lead to a train bare and rotten
Leaving you disgusted and distraught
Come then when you are able and sought in
The faint of heart and strong in head are likely to dismay
But the open and humble will thrive in this way
Come into the house and sit and ponder
The thinking man joins now you as you worry no longer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One of my most favorite things to do, is to sit in silence and ponder. (I often do this, whimsically, next to a pond) I enjoyed your poem, Erik. Thanks for sharing Peace