The demand to bring about a change in myself isn’t there anymore. So, the demand to change the world at large is not there. I suffer with the suffering man and am happy with the happy man…
U.G.
I twist and turn.
What can I do
to bring some change
with you, and you?
But outside time
I’m never there
the door is open,
mind the stair.
Blurred the vision,
deafened ears,
unfeeling touch,
all in arrears.
Search in silence
for that sound: Picture courtesy Francesco Marino
the one to wake
something profound.
a lovely introspection in the inner self, well delivered Jan.
Thanks. The emptiness of freedom.
you’ve communicated this one so nicely
Thanks.
fresh and lovely!
http://itistimetothinkformyself.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-friends-to-friends-awards.html
awards for you.
Thanks. I’m grateful.
Stunningly emotional, raw, courageous…wonderful poetry my friend.
With a Smile,
Heather Mirassou
Thank you Heather. It was from the little voice inside.