No matter how hard I searched I couldn't find spring,
footsteps littered among the clouds and everywhere I trekked
coming home I laughed catching a roses scent
spring at the end of each stem, each rose perfect
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC
No matter how hard I searched I couldn't find spring,
footsteps littered among the clouds and everywhere I trekked
coming home I laughed catching a roses scent
spring at the end of each stem, each rose perfect
Everybody is looking for something. In this poem I'm seeking "spring" How do you seek spring?
How do you seek happiness? Or Enlightenment? Well, seeking requires going somewhere or doing something in order to find.
And yet, it is that which seeks that is what is sought.
In this poem we traverse a mountain path and find ourselves among the clouds.
I wanted the reader to feel the grit of his or her own longing for more.
The catching of the roses scent and laughing illustrates me coming to my senses and realising what's been there all along.
How could I have missed it? There it is "spring at the end of each stem, each rose perfect".
We can experience the scents, sights and sounds only in this moment.
Spring or awakening can only be experienced when we drop our idea of it.
When we come home to it's reality in our daily life then the gnawing of "I want" becomes a joy of "I am."
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