I tried to climb over bleak walls
Of rain,
Swim up cold rivers, whose hearts beat
In clouds
/
But walls of rain would vanish with
The sun;
And mountain rivers simply left me
Drained
/
I should have tried instead
To cross
The sea of pain within
Me
6thSymphony
A Life in Words in a Foreign Language
It seems that external challenges serve as surrogates for what is inside us..that we are not quite ready to deal with.
That is exactly the idea I was trying to convey in the poem. Thank you for reading!
I see eastern wisdom is steering you from western folly. I’ll stay is the west though. Taoism is mere convoluted riddles , games and mystery.
Riddles are often irresistible to a curious mind. However, riddles, too, get old and predictable, and the mind, obsessed with novelty, will eventually wander away from them.