knowledge_of_self
The Living Force
A close friend of mine recently wrote this poem, and had me read it. I have to say that although I'm pretty good at picking up symbolism, metaphors and such... this poem has me a bit confused. I also think that deciphering this poem may help me gain better insight into the mind of this individual, and help me understand this person better. So I thought I'd open a discussion and see what others think, get some ideas and see what others pick up.
Thanks for the help :)
I have read your poem many many times
oh your poems,
where do they come from?
Which side of the river of your soul,
grants me such pure water?
how is that your poems can touch my soul but you can’t?
Standing naked,
Under the waterfall of your art,
I bathe my body
and feel the warm water is healing my wounds,
my pains, my sorrows,
how is that I can drawn myself to this corner of your river?
and feel the immortality that you are giving me,
and feel you and your deepest thoughts.
But I don’t know what to do when I reach the polluted waters,
The only thing I know,
The only way I have always known,
Is running away,
Is leaving,
But I want to stay this time.
I see that you drew a rainbow,
very far from me,
I grab a handful of the dark water,
and hold it under the colors of the rainbow that you drew.
my tears are warming my face,
my hair is still wet,
my body is cold when I am far from the hot springs,
I am so mortal here behind the spray,
on this side of your river,
I am counting on the rainbow to change the color of the dark water,
and connect me to you again,
to all sides and every corner of you,
you, my immortal river,
I have found you
And you don’t even realize.
Thanks for the help :)