wildflower

[Reemet]

My 1st and probably the last poem.

WILDFLOWER

Standing on an empty field,
where times have passed,
he has seen it all.
Wars, joy, greed, egoism,
happiness, stupidity, everything.
But not even a single emotion can
be translated from his reflection.
We can only see the outlines
that he has to offer.

He has felt everything that
life has showed him. He has seen
everything to the core, no truth
can escape from his desire to be
who he is.

As distance decreases, the intensity
can be sensed from his essence.
The power of his presence can be felt and
the closer you get, the more obvious it gets,
that such power cannot have room for corruption.
He has absorded the truth.

His purity, that you can sense from his motionless
and emotionless presence makes him so fragile,
that even the tiniest touch from the corrupted one
would turn him into nonexistence. He would cease to
exist, he would deny to be.
No human will touch him because the closer you get,
the more truth is revealed to you.
Everyone will fall into denial before they reach him.
They are not ready, they don't deserve him and they know it.

But why is he standing there?
Why does he desire to be?
What makes him still wanting to be after
all he has seen?
The answer is reserved to those who reach him,
picks him up, and accepts him. The true one does
not face any challenge reaching him, and actually neither
is he awarded with the answer, because he already knows the answer.
To reach the wildflower, you already need to know the answer.

[hack]

I hope this is not your last post.
If so you are a little cruel
to show us but a glimpse.
Surely, there is more to say.
If you were to ask, I would
say that this piece is marvelous.
May I have another?

[Dinkleberry2010]

Why do you say it is probably your last poem?
It shouldn't be because what you have written shows promise that you have talent and something more--probably a lot more--to say.

[PrinceMyshkin]

To reach the wildflower, you already need to know the answer.

is such an intriguingly provocative mystery, spiritual or psychological. And like some of the posters before me, I feel that the quality of imagination you show here will surely want the chance to be exercised again.

[ampoule]

Reemet!!! There is soooo much between first and last so get busy! ;) Seriously, I loved your poem. I have to read it again, and then, maybe again.

[Buh4Bee]

Your poem reminds me of the book I just finished. It talks about the way to enlightenment is through the self. You can only reach the way when you find within; the answer lies within you.