Verily I say to you
you gaze at shadows
and not Truth
You see the flower
not the root
So beguiling
this alluring dance
bewitching you
into a trance
But where the feet
that make it so
that stir the whirlwind
of this dust
Your eyes are thieves
that rob your sight
as ocean swallows
starlit night
As static clouds
befuddle light
casting shadows
in your view
The mind delights
where it deludes
erecting shrines
of paper walls
venerating
broken bones
In this world
of verisimilitude
the mere semblance
of a greater Truth
Your bright reflection
peering from a lake
is only that
and not you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem appears pretty good to me!
Glad you like it Rob.