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
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
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.