If a mind! ! !
What mind? ? ?
(you may whisper
a curious and plaintive plea)
that mind over there
just beyond the next horizon
of impending doom and despair
as it scuds blissfully thence-from here to there
without torturous-nagging doubt or lurking-calamity
burdened not with hideously frightening-expectation,
nor stricken with insufferable agony unrestrained
or hostage held by any of the
myriad of vicissitudes in being
ever constant-and ever sublimely unpleasant
But instead is graciously permitted
freedom-lavished total and unrestrained
and far too pleasantly abundant
will after a long while or a short bit
likely find itself stranded
and brought to idle-
in a most confining space
a perplexing and quite wearisome place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
likely find itself stranded and brought to idle- in a most confining space a perplexing and quite wearisome place Freedom..elusive but first we must be free in spirit and heart and then we can soar..this piece for me resonates in the 'one to a box theory' Much to ponder on here.