Fountains of the mind.
Is it just my mind that thinks like it does?
From stagnant ancient reservoirs does spring,
Fountains of perplexed observations,
Of visiting old memories maybe,
Of formulations streaked by twixt emotions,
Of happiness and sadness,
Of despair and penetrating pain,
Like bittersweet chocolate, cast in syrup of honey,
Why can’t I not just see things as happy as they are in the moment, without looking at its future sadness?
Why do I have to see everything in the light of deceit?
Of fleeting moments, on a turning wheel,
A hamster going nowhere ever, just round and round,
Looking for that, which can be nowhere found,
Pure bliss without the bitter coating,
Where does this hell originate, that my mind fishes from the abyss?
Is this sadness wisdoms kiss?
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Be always safe,
Karen
Georg
You will suffer more,but your reward will eventually
be well worth it!
Love,
ET
Good poem! Good questions, Jasmin! From sadness and pain, I think we dare hope to learn -- to grow -- to prioritize our values -- and hopefully learn to appreciate our blessings!
Sandie Angel :o)