Complicated

[William Garza]

What complicated people we are
We carry all our lives around in our heads
No wonder they bow when we grow tired.

Wrapped we are... in pride and prejudice to keep the rain at bay that who we are is hidden beneath what we are
Human.

I left something in your eye
It made a blink or two
A memory perhaps of days wrapped in other lights.

I
Left something in your eye
A year or two perhaps...

What is on the surface appeares the superficial to the stranger passing by

Like waters in timeworn stream
Little circles a riffle and mahap..a ripple,

What lies below
What makes man tick

Tock...

Talk...

Are the stones we can't see
Stories and stops along the way
Stones-
motivations for the way they are...causing powerful currents below that effect the journey on the Way.

And all the stones before
And all the stones after that follow our meeting are only a momentary story of what was..as in passing?
It becomes the past.

Then the circles around caught by the current..either we are pulled toward the center of things to understand
Or flung away into the rush

How deep the waters
How deep the understanding determines a flow.

We are friends
We are strangers

We are....
Flowing

Join you in the river of stars and let the currents take you

Off you go Pilgrim!

 

[tmurphy]

What complicated people we are
We carry all our lives around in our heads
No wonder they bow when we grow tired.

Wrapped we are... in pride and prejudice to keep the rain at bay that who we are is hidden beneath what we are
Human.

I left something in your eye
It made a blink or two
A memory perhaps of days wrapped in other lights.

I
Left something in your eye
A year or two perhaps...

What is on the surface appeares the superficial to the stranger passing by

Like waters in timeworn stream
Little circles a riffle and mahap..a ripple,

What lies below
What makes man tick

Tock...

Talk...

Are the stones we can't see
Stories and stops along the way
Stones-
motivations for the way they are...causing powerful currents below that effect the journey on the Way.

And all the stones before
And all the stones after that follow our meeting are only a momentary story of what was..as in passing?
It becomes the past.

Then the circles around caught by the current..either we are pulled toward the center of things to understand
Or flung away into the rush

How deep the waters
How deep the understanding determines a flow.

We are friends
We are strangers

We are....
Flowing

Join you in the river of stars and let the currents take you

Off you go Pilgrim!

What a great poem. Thought provoking. Thank you.

In this green isle of ours
Where the saints and scholars reside
Come see our camino, our Bhealach
Where a million feet have trod
Some leading , some following
Some thinking, others just being
Where the greenness is all around
And the soft wind and rain are seldom far away
Where the human warmth is always present
Bring your dreams and tears to us
And don't forget your boots.

 

[tmurphy]

What a great poem. Thought provoking. Thank you.

In this green isle of ours
Where the saints and scholars reside
Come see our camino, our Bhealach
Where a million feet have trod
Some leading , some following
Some thinking, others just being
Where the greenness is all around
And the soft wind and rain are seldom far away
Where the human warmth is always present
Bring your dreams and tears to us
And don't forget your boots.

 

[WalkingJane]

What complicated people we are
We carry all our lives around in our heads
No wonder they bow when we grow tired.

Wrapped we are... in pride and prejudice to keep the rain at bay that who we are is hidden beneath what we are
Human.

I left something in your eye
It made a blink or two
A memory perhaps of days wrapped in other lights.

I
Left something in your eye
A year or two perhaps...

What is on the surface appeares the superficial to the stranger passing by

Like waters in timeworn stream
Little circles a riffle and mahap..a ripple,

What lies below
What makes man tick

Tock...

Talk...

Are the stones we can't see
Stories and stops along the way
Stones-
motivations for the way they are...causing powerful currents below that effect the journey on the Way.

And all the stones before
And all the stones after that follow our meeting are only a momentary story of what was..as in passing?
It becomes the past.

Then the circles around caught by the current..either we are pulled toward the center of things to understand
Or flung away into the rush

How deep the waters
How deep the understanding determines a flow.

We are friends
We are strangers

We are....
Flowing

Join you in the river of stars and let the currents take you

Off you go Pilgrim!

Thank you!