I make my way upriver to that green and holy place
then sit atop the hill so I can think
the sun and wind take turns caressing my contented face
and I truly feel I stand at heaven’s brink.
So many thoughts assail my mind, much like a manic mob
and all they do is clamor to get out,
‘We only want to be expressed’ I hear one of them sob
“Well first you have to go through me!” I shout.
My head is crowned with careless clouds, my roots embrace the earth
my soul is soothed by nature’s splendid bliss
I don’t know if there’s an afterlife, or a ritual rebirth
but if there is, I hope it’s just like this.
Really nice poem , I especially liked the first para beautiful vivid imagery you have created..there could have been a better choice of words at some places that would have enhanced the flow..
Ur soul is very clean, deep and loval about the existences. Ur mention is in the shadow of the being, but ur poetry is maden with very beautiful clean Energy of soul.
wow..really cool…we are always in an eternal state of bliss but thoughts clutter the mind which leads to tensions..nirvana is a state of being which is nothing to do with the outside and everything with the inside!!