Into the woods I walk
Walking familiar paths.
I look to the side and see a path
Almost non-existent,
The thought comes to me,
Could this be Frost’s
Road less travelled.
I start along it,
As I walk the path gets wider,
The sky gets brighter,
Life becomes freer.
And with that new-found freedom
Love of life is found,
A new love where peace is everything,
No conflicts to be seen,
Just all helping each other,
Laughter and love abound,
People talk to each other,
All have smiles on their faces.
Have I passed beyond this Earth,
And at last reached Nirvana.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2017 01:37
- Comment from author about the poem: Maybe one day I will get there.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: FredPeyer, malubotelho.
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Goldfinch, just had to mark this one as a favorite. If everything on that road is like you describe, you might have reached Nirvana, and I would love it if you could draw me a map!
So kind Fred, I am honoured. I will try and get uploaded onto sat nav.
Ah thank you, but forget it, I think that road is somewhere inside my head.
Good write Gold. I travelled some paths less - got lost in woods, and over-shot the particular exit where I intended to emerge! Some trees are tilted over like Pisa. It's daft, but I hurry past those ones, thinking they are going to fall at any moment.
The road to sheer bliss and so beautifully described here Gold with both verse and picture. A delight of a read.
Thank you so much Fay.
Hey there Finch. Like the tone, keep it up.
I will endeavour so to do Nicholas. Thank you.
Can you give me map references please - great write
52.084461 Latitude, -1.9316491 Longitude.
Thank you very much Michael.
I need map references too M. I'm too busy being lost in these local woods!
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Oh that it were so simple to achieve nirvana. However this tempts the unaware with the road less travelled one hopes. A path we find ourselves walking into freedom and love. Another piece of your excellence sir!
So kind b-e, thank you very much.
Wish you had dropped some bread crumbs along the way. Your path is beyond my zip code.
This is a classic, Goldie! Thank you for sharing it.
You are most kind Louis, I did drop some bread crumbs but the birds that I fed in the garden followed me and ate them.
Alas!
Delightful reading this piece. Long time ago I've begun my path on that road. Little baby steps being taken. I feel much, much better today than 20 years ago.
Thank you mal. Our experience has the ability to take us towards that peaceful place in our minds.
I have some peace and some contentment, but nirvana that's a long bumpy road I'm afraid ... nice writing
Thank wl. That path may be a long bumpy road but we must keep walking it.
Thank you for the hope and guide. Nirvana still exist and there is a path to it.
To me, here is a place close to Nirvana.
Thank you for your comment mandm, Nirvana is within us all.
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