Delicately disturbed -
Frail clouds of sand particles
Obscure vision
In a limpid pool
'If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is – infinite'
William Blake
If the eyes are indeed the windows of the soul, someday we just might see forever. A beautiful penning, Leonard. As always, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fully articulated rational thought describing the levels of awareness, unending flow of sensations, thoughts…. Thoughtful oxymoron in the lines…..’Obscure vision In a limpid pool’ The lines are graced with deep psychological studies of the mind and its functioning I enjoy reading such mind teasers…..