Cannot go back*
The winds are blowing fierce, in the park
Shaded by the trees, alone in this dark
Seeing these wisps of wind, blow the leaves all around
Dancing in a cyclone, without making a sound
Spiraling upward from the ground and not to stop
Looking to attach themselves once again, to the tree top
Dom*Colucci 2011
Sweet memories of belonging to a tree
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A sad story of a child born
Dreaming back his mother's womb.
No wind can bring about
Such drastic useless transformations.
It blows and blows, even with no sound,
While Souls continue to develop.
Sweet memories of belonging to a tree
ReplyDeleteMake leaves long for returning back.
A sad story of a child born
Dreaming back his mother's womb.
No wind can bring about
Such drastic useless transformations.
It blows and blows, even with no sound,
While Souls continue to develop.
sounds exactly like someone I use to know...you as well...great analogy and poem to boot....Love the ending as it is so True but I think the Soul is already developed as the being takes time in its integration, wouldn't you say as well my Dearest Shiamala....enjoy as well(+)
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Take my comment broader Dom, you might think your Soul is already developed, but there are others who are still in the process.
ReplyDeleteyes but a tree might develop memories but it lets go of such memories as well....as nothing loss and nothing gained as it will be always this way...it recycles itself and how does one develop out of each and every recycle..as this is the Soul as well...the Soul does not develop it is the individual that recognizes this and not the other way around....enjoy as well...;)
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