i stumble, over and over.
Always running for some finishing line.
Only after the fall, do i look behind and below.
It's been a long road.
of smiles, hope, and hard work.
With each stumble, i can return to the root.
Returning makes me want to push farther,
creating a fear of falling even harder next time.
Again I go back to the root...
Papers, presentations, money,
None of those matters.
People and transformation,
and my acceptance of them,
that's what counts.
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Nice! Inspired me to write my own over lunch ...
I recognize the affliction, the neurosis,
but I don’t know any other way
this constant battle for identity,
the go-getter, the do-gooder,
the conformist, the defiant,
and for its validation,
is all that I’ve ever known
And the search for answers,
Is afflicted with the same
Just one word blasts it all to pieces,
Why ? Why the urgency for change,
but then again, why acceptance ?
both the neurosis and the search for its source,
take me far away from the source,
But I don’t yet know any other way
Man, a day later, that sounds really dark :)
Dipti,
Be gentle to those who stumble
Especially when it is you
Stumbling, bumbling, tumbling
Returns us to what is true
Mehul,
Questions without answers
Is the philosophers curse
But answers without questions
Is almost always worse.
thank you dipti, for sharing that :-)
and man, have we got some other poets in the house!?
rishy rish -- wow! :-)
There is a beautiful Swahili proverb that say: "to stumble it is just moving a little forward"...
;)
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