Touch

...another April Poem...

POEM #4 - Poetry Month

 

Standing within the circle

of the Tree of Life,

I find myself

wandering in a universe

both balanced,

unbalanced, and

watching as the Ash

grows, then releases its leaves.

Orange, yellow,

brown and red displays,

as time folds,

then unfolds

in synchronistic causality.

 

How is it possible

that you stand near me

smiling, almost touching,

but when I reach out to you,

you are far away,

vanishing in life’s shadows.

 

As I strain to understand

the why’s of shadow,

I am beginning to realize

it is the depth

and thickness of the roots,

what you believe,

is the key to cognition;

to life’s balance

and synchronicity,

and to being able to

reach out,

touch you,

to join you in these shadows.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.4.18

Author's Note

...thanks for reading...

Reviews

[Ardra]

How is it possible
that you stand near me
smiling, almost touching,
but when I reach out to you,
you are far away,
vanishing in life’s shadows.

i like this parah :)
it kind of has that feeling ..the desire to feel to be with that person even if they are far..

[redzone]

they were far and even further now... thanks Ardra...