Fallen donkey

 

The mind grasping for truth

 

is helplessly lost

 

like a fallen donkey on a muddy trail

 

stumbling over empty words it will surely fail

 

The proof of seeing is seeing itself

 

Aware and alive

 

is the glowing knowing

 

of the present flame

 

beyond any name

 

Being

 

is

 

laughing in full bloom

 

 





Poetry by Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-02-22 at 17:14

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DreamLord of Pipelakecity
Yes, that is the question: if we can find the truth trough our mind... Or if we - as you point out - have lost our bearings totally by trusting the faculty of reason. It seems to me, when I look at the present state of the wor(l)d, that it is like that.
And I really like the end of your poem: the all embracing laughter.
They made me think of the following words (that I also like very much) from a scripture: "Gods wagon consists of ten thousands laughters."
In which part of the world do your write your poems?
2014-03-22