I walk by my own feet
treading ‘myself’ along
taking half stride into itself, and
other half towards the unknown
Unbeknown,
I fancy my will
staring blank
towards an open sky
How I wonder
What I feel,
No less I go forward
Lesser far I see His play playing on me
Another fine exemplar of this author’s inimitable poetic acumen.Like most of his oeuvre,this put me in mind of Henri Bergson:- ” To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.” and ” The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.”
A profound philosophical analysis.