Can you imagine another world?
There have been saints
who looked through the veil of being
and saw into the unseen;
there have been artists who
peered within themselves
and saw somewhere else, out of
mind, out of space, a timeless
dream. There are others, too,
not so holy, not so gifted,
who venture from this land of solidity
through the mists, into an elsewhere
they cannot comprehend,
who become lost in such places.
There are those who dive
deep within themselves, plucking
pearls from the inner waters,
and there are those who
drown. I think, though, one
may become like the other:
he who travels so far within
may one day come to misadventure,
where there sometimes
monsters are; and then there are
those, few I think these be,
who suddenly, kicking and thrashing
in the oceans of himself, who
learn somehow to swim.
Methinks if you find yourself sinking,
pump those legs, swing those arms:
you may surprise yourself
what you can do, where you may go.
Karina
7:14pm thursday, 29th april
Hi, this is my first, but definately not the last time in this site. i really liked this poem. I felt something move inside of me..
Karina