Empty handed,
you went back to the beginning
of where it all started…
But you could not return
to being the person
you used to be…
You had moved forward
and this journey
was just like
a loop in history
that you had to take
empty handed…
in order for your mind
to catch up to your feet
again.
poem and image copyright neha 2015
Strings of invisible ribbons tie us to an ancient path of mindless banter…
rounded pebbles and cool water underneath our feet…
splashing us from echoes of swirls…
and carved scriptures and feathered inked dipped tips…
fog and sanity,
lost in the unknown places of the mind.
You are like the moss,
against ancient walls,
reliving history inside you.
Tonight’s Quote:
“One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for 1,000 years. To read is to voyage through time.” ~ Carl Sagan
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