Lost In The World © Surazeus 2023 02 13 Though the traveler gets lost in the world they are still on the journey of their heart, so I keep walking toward where I am not till I decide this place where I am now is where I am ever destined to be, thus I find my true self when I get lost. I cannot lose myself in the vast world because I am always inside my head, so though I do not know where I am now, far from familiar places where I lived, I am always right where I want to be since I can go somewhere else when I want. The young woman lost in the wilderness sits on warm boulder by the flowing stream, and stares at strange trees growing on strange hills till they become familiar to her eyes, then she walks along the river of song to find out where it flows with sparkling hope. I remember the village of wood huts nestled in the valley beside the lake, but I cannot find the hearth of my heart because I forgot to mark with stone signs the path I followed when I left its pale, so I will keep looking till I find home. The raven in the oak tree by the river swoops down and snags the lizard in its beak, then hops along behind the wingless angel who gathers berries and nuts in the basket then sits by the oak as the sun sets red and sings heart-breaking song of loneliness. I wonder if other people like me exist somewhere in vastness of this world, or if I am the strange anomaly that should not exist in the scheme of life, for I have never been where I should be and I will never find home of my heart. The old woman who walks ten miles each day travels eight thousand miles across the world over fifty years toward the rising sun, stopping at last on the broad ocean shore where sunlight sparkles on the silver waves, lost forever in nowhere of the world. The lost traveler on journey of hope, alone with terrible beauty of life, who traveled from the sea where the sun sets, stares at the sea where the sun rises now, then lies down on the sand and watches clouds swirl into vast eye of infinity.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, February 13, 2023
Lost In The World
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment