Come with me, into the Truths, Let us together drift, Weave our way home again, Where existence is the gift. Let's float along until we find, The treasure of the calm. Let's flit right through the merry go round, To a place that knows no harm. Let's bounce around in tune and dance, Laughing at the merriment of life, This is where I understand, Eternity is not a fight. It is where I bathe in sunshine, And in the moonlight too. It is where I know the moments Are but one for me and you. It is where I have not feelings No wanting, no desire. Happily bobbing in life's sea, Needing no more to acquire. Reconnecting with my true home, Patiently awaited my return. Knowing now that life's a gift, There was never anything to learn.
Where existence is a gift. That right there is something that yet again some of us will sweep over it without realazing the ignorance. It is just that some us think that Life owes us something and when things don't go our way we moan, we thin we have been deceived, we get andry , envy takes over and we start taking it on our fellow human beings. Oh well, if after that moment of ignorance the inertia of it is not stop how are we meant to feel that we are not fighting through life? But the answers come. Continue to buil with respect, continue to hope through the best of your actions that the same eve nthat cause the gift which life is will not leave you alone, will not leave you by the side forgotten.
Life is a struggle indeed but it matters how you solve the riddle.
Great thoughts here
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Very nice interpretation thanks R xx
9 Years Ago
oh and yes existence is a gift ... no sweeping necessary ... cherish the moments... tralalalala lala.. read moreoh and yes existence is a gift ... no sweeping necessary ... cherish the moments... tralalalala lalala la la
You do a great job of giving the reader a feeling of being on a boat throughout this poem and at the same time giving them other examples so they know the feelings running through your mind as you write. Every time you pull away making the reader think they are free of the ever drifting sea you return them to just floating and waiting to find land. A really good job and well put together.
i find this relates well to poetry itself.
nothing to really learn, just words to experience, fields of stanzas to roam through barefoot with reckless abandon...bathe in the sunshine of the metaphors and brilliant personifications....and just enjoy.
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