The strength giving vision
is fading away after decades
endless road of struggling to do it right
After passing deserts of despair
I find myself still being alone
All intentions of self expression
to go beyond my limitations, -
personal belongings and needs
seem not possible to be fulfilled
*walking the talk* is all left to be done
One's ultimate expression on the *path*
might be the one of just *being*
without talking, writing or doing
just *being aware* of *being alive*
*observing the observer observing*
Jumping over one's own shadow -
no need for this - not even trying
All intentions require imaginary goals
the center point is not determinated
*walking* doesn't depend on directions
Are my words reaching a final end?
Was I writing in solitude just for myself?
Giving answers to my own questions
pronouncing the unpronounceable
transcending void and abundance
As the last question dilutes in plenitude
what else could there be said? - - -
Tomorrow the sun will arise again
as it happened today and yesterday
is there anything more important than this?
BeiYin
Is it tough to ask yourself those questions? Goodness.. that was am excellent poem.. you've got a way with words.. and an awesome analytical nature. Very nice.