I was this thought in motion
eager for brutal sensations
flight of the eagle on the summits.
In revolt against gods and men ,
Living in this dimension
of the ever-changing wind ...
Insolent young courtesan
in the kingdom of elephants ,
seducer of haughty princesses
and naive virgins ...
I wasn't talking to the birds
I did not question the clouds,
my rapier as faithful mistress...
Proud of his well-born destiny ,
sometime throwing an obolus
to the manant distraying me ...
But my friends were only libations
and illusions in houses of solitude ...
The sword rusted in the scabbard ,
I laid down the warrior's tunic ,
making myself ,philosopher and explorer...
Drawing from the source of books
in dialogue with Nietszche and the Buddha
taking a walk with Brahma and Jesus
and reading the holy book dictated by the angel
I was no longer given over to the mermaid song ...
I'm the appeased Prometheus,
freed from the chains that shackle his soul .
Here, I am a gardener cultivating the temple orchard
I talk to the clouds
and understand to the birdsong .
Smiling at this young man
who finally recognizes himself in this mirror .
But it's getting late and a bit cold ...
I'm off to eternity for evening prayer .
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
There are a lot of deep thoughts bred from images in this poem. A wonderful poem of self reflection and deeply philosophical. A fave
Perhaps something in the shades of our life story ? Thanks for fave !
Sooner or later, the moment comes when the outward search turns inward. True understanding of the world comes through a dialogue with oneself and the wisdom gathered over the years. A wonderful piece!
It's better to feel remorse than regret !
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