| By : Jyoti Gupta ( Posted on :09 Dec, 2005 ) | Total Views : 172 | Previous | Next |
She is the ever powerful truth.
My mother nature,
Of neutering sickness.
I hide my worries,
My memories,
Inside of her.
She chips away at them relentlessly.
So they can drift forever,
Far beyond this illness.
Far beyond the grassland of my dangerous nature.
She guides me away.
From acceptance and love.
She leads me into forests of respect and,
There I touch these crusted,
Golden red leaves of my own purity.
There I sing a sweet chirping melody,
Of all the thin lines I have crossed.
Here I have found an escape….
here I have read the books…
here I have grown.
Grown as tall as these trees of burden…
here I have found myself.
Never lost….
I take myself,
By my own hand.
And walk farther into the wilderness,
Of my mind.
Farther until my knees collapse,
It is there I lie looking above the moon,
And it is there that I found myself.
