I met a man said
Truth
Is a pathless land
I could not disagree.
Suddenly a weird madness captured me
With empty hand I wondered in strangeness
Through a disturbing dream
Without my truth
How could I be seen?
I would be invisible to the naked eye…
How ever will I find it?
How ever will I…
Find my truth?
Its not your’s replied an acorn
Bouncing off my head.
The sting stung and soothed.
I was moved.
This was the place I had to start
Because a broken heart
Is an open heart.
I walk the beauty way now brother
I honour your path
The guest is free to come and go
And I am never alone
I wait no more.
At your front door.
Shocked,
That it was never locked
2 comments
awesome…
Stunning poem 🙂