The Meadow's PathwayA Poem by Yoga Pramartha
Dance, baby dance
As if you are about to lose your glance With the grass on your sides A single step to start your ride The pathway slides the soles of my feet Would it be fair if I just stand or sit? Barefeet trip brings me the silent kit Making me sense the time just to be as fit To run, or to stand still To jump and float, or to bend down and hide Like my father says, I am here cause I'm supposed to be To see the grass dancing on its root To see the sky as blue as it could be To bear the feeling of screaming out And to be the only one to hear "What do you see when the cloud hides away?" "A clear blue sky?" "What do you see when the grass is so high?" "A green field of hope?" I recall the answers And there is none I'd be here on another day But the sky won't be as blue The grass won't be as green And the pathway... My footprints will be washed away Leaving no trace that I was once here I was once, Smelling all my will the sharpest way Listening to my thoughts the clearest way Seeing all my vision the brightest way And feeling all my senses the gentlest way But I am just one of those green color on the ground I am one with earth You can't see me, but you can sense me As I am whirled by the wind On the side of the pathway
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2 Reviews Added on September 27, 2014 Last Updated on September 27, 2014 Tags: campuhan, hill, nature, introvert, consciousness AuthorYoga PramarthaTabanan, Bali, IndonesiaAboutI recall the day when I sit down alone on the bench underneath an oak tree. That was when I realized that I am an introvert, nature is the only true friend of mine. I see no sillhouette over the sun t.. more..Writing
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