Know Yourself

A willingness to know

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The greatest gift to mankind as lord of beasts,

The art of knowing oneself, behind closed doors,

The secrets of our nature, like a pie left to cool.

Beckoning to us always, as if butterflies to blooms.

 

We turn to it, to fill our heart's lonesomeness,

We drink of its nectar, imbibe its colorful nature,

Then sometimes, ache with agonies of disenchantment,

Like the flood, 'Too much, too much,' we complain.

 

After some time, we come again to its perfumes,

Our actions are willed, revengeful, seeking to win,

Driven to smile, laugh, contrived in mischief,

As we continue to stroke the fears of rejection.

 

We drink, yet not all of its juices, we cry but not entirely,

It complains, that even as we embrace, our arrows hurt it,

It pushes us away again, to grieve some more, to relearn,

To return willingly, with faith and enthusiasm, even naively.

 

This time we work to heal completely; the fires cool,

Then do we feel its invite again, as music on the breeze,

Still beckoning, its misty transparency grows brighter,

Till its light and us are together, for now and a while longer.

 

Reviews

[Angad Waraich]

Wonderful thoughts
A really interesting piece.
Well done.

Thank you for sharing.
-Angad

[anne]

after reading this one is in deep pool of thoughts and emotions....a beautiful,wonderful thought provoking write.....excellent stuff... :))

[Leigh]

Reading your poetry is like diving into a deep pool, as you really get me thinking and I am immersed in your ideas. Knowing ourselves gives us some advantage in preparing a future defence, but also might make us fearful of the world.

[R J Askew]

Hmmm, I can't help wondering if it is the parts of us that we don't know that actually keep us going. I wonder if it is the things we know that tend to disappoint us, that we crave to run from or move on from. Isn't it mystery that we all really crave rather than the known? Isn't the known both broadly and specifically just the next boundry that challenges our sense of adventure? Also the notion of us actually knowing everything, not that I feel we can or will or deserve too, is terrifying as what would be the point of going on? Isn't it the unknown that draws us on to write, the unknown of our unknowable sub-knowable-sub-conscious? I am sure that none of us are ever entirely satisfied when we write something, the only real issue within our restless spirits being, 'Yes, but what's next?' I love the pie smilie. Like a poem left to coooooooool.

[Emily Rae]

you capture the embrace and resistance of facing ourselves

[Susie Q]

At this time in my life I am constantly trying to understand the strengh of myself.Thank you for your poem and the kind words of your review for my brother.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

It is hard to ever know oneself completely, when ourself is in a state of constant change. This was a nicely written poem!

[Molly]

this is really beautiful! i love the imagery