Even the man who is happy
glimpses something
or a hair of sound touches him
and his heart overflows with a longing
he does not recognize
then it must be that he is remembering
in a place out of reach
shapes he has loved
in a life before this
the print of them still there in him waiting
ETA: just in case you are interested, you can visit Kalidasa's Wikipedia page to learn more about him.
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Reading you poem made me think about those things I desire that are just out of reach no matter it seems how hard I try... that goal that is just fuzzy enough to have trouble seeing it.
ReplyDeleteStill, while sometimes sad and frustrating... what else is there to do but press on?
After all pressing on into the wreck of reality is the foolsfitness way!- Alan
deep message...hi lisa..cheers..
ReplyDeleteLisa...touched words...
ReplyDeleteI will follow your space :)
Namaste/\
foolsfitness, the poem is by Kalidasa. My apologies for not being clearer on that. I appreciate your comment and I really like the way you think. "Pressing on the wreck of reality"... do that we must. :)
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Carina Felice, thank you so much for following my blog. I will pay yours a visit as well. Namaste