I saw a picture once
on my journey to discovery of my presence, myself
I take them quite often
the endless walks
to find the core and all the seeds
it holds
not only nature speaks through me
but faces and places
I embark on this endless road
A tiny string that's invisible
so strongly felt
~ engrave
unto my skin and sink deeper
into my being.
It hang there, not on the wall
but deep in my heart
I could not reason
for no reason was present
I did not think but felt
every winding road
my past, my present, my future
my moment
The tiny curves of colors
in such sublime light
embraced my pupils to see
deeper and deeper
into the unknown
unto me, I became the unknown
and I became me
maybe for the first time
in my life
I have changed
The picture spoke to me
with all that it held
and i became it
because I did so
I became myself
I felt its soul as it felt mine
for the first time
I saw beauty in me
reflecting from the mirror
of the painting.
beauty in me, I see. thanks Kasia, good poem. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and to find beauty in oneself one must seek it in oneself. Deep and thought-provoking write Kasia, very good.