my body is trapped in the present,
my heart lives in the future.
how does my body make it through each day
while my soul sleeps?
i perform my daily tasks,
i wake up;
i rush;
i work;
i stress;
i survive the day;
i sleep...
sometimes i sleep.
how long can i go on,
dead on the inside,
yet living life with my body?
will i make it up this mountain?
is there peace on the other side?
my present is my past.
how can i stay here?
i want to fly away.
6 comments:
Sarah,
You have a nice blog full of youth and feminine beauty … This post makes me think about the following:
It’s odd … when we are young we spend so much energy running around in circles worrying about life and our purpose. When we are old, we have no energy to run so we are forced into accepting life as it is … or we kill ourselves with heart attacks, cancer, or dementia. If we do choose to accept life then for some strange reason a benevolent force comes into our psyche and we start enjoying life more … odd that it is.
There is no purpose … it just is…
The Buddha once said, “What is the purpose of a flower?”
thank your for your comment, kaz. there is a lot of wisdom in what you said. i like what you said about the flower too, but i have a different perspective. i believe human beings have more purpose than a flower...i believe in a god who, out of love and passion for us, is involved in an active war over the destiny of each of our souls. i believe therein lies our purpose ~ our relationship/interactions with god and each other...our ultimate destiny in the afterlife.
take care :-)
Sarah,
I put your math poem into symbolic form ... my intent was to email it to you but you have no email address.
Kaz
oh, cool, i'll take a look :-)
oops, i assumed u meant u stuck it on ur blog....
There IS peace on the other side :)
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