Wearing songdance
Long time ago
Weaving a picture
Motion-slow
Grasping the nature
Of the unknown
Stumbling, falling
On the hard floor
Words, what are they?
Abstract objects in mind?
Fears? Seem so heavy,
But are rarely right.
Strange debates
One perceives
But it depends
On what one believes
Once projection
Takes over one's mind,
Chains reaction
Makes one real blind
And disconnected
In the abyss
May one still be able
To call life a bliss
Beauty may differ
In stranger's view
Mountains may move
If love is true.
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 8:40 AM UTC
Wearing songdance
Long time ago
Weaving a picture
Motion-slow
Grasping the nature
Of the unknown
Stumbling, falling
On the hard floor
Words, what are they?
Abstract objects in mind?
Fears? Seem so heavy,
But are rarely right.
Strange debates
One perceives
But it depends
On what one believes
Once projection
Takes over one's mind,
Chains reaction
Makes one real blind
And disconnected
In the abyss
May one still be able
To call life a bliss
Beauty may differ
In stranger's view
Mountains may move
If love is true.
After overcoming a difficult situation, processing in a poem
