Life is a puzzle
Perplexing at least
The mind is so riddled, it has caught no relief
The torrent of pain that marks out the path
Leaves me with this question
One question I ask
Why must a man learn on his own?
Standing in waters
Uncharted – Unknown
Seeking the role he is intended to play
How will he know if he has found the right way?
Like a lost child - no parents in sight
No Father - No Mother to lead him to what’s right
Left here to wander and struggle alone
Missing answers to questions, that the winds cant bestow
He has lost the great books that the elders laid out
The path now forgotten – even light now in doubt
Scrolls buried in the Deluge of skeptical thought
No Matsya to fetch them or heal the man that’s so wrought
Where is the bender and shaper of man?
Has he forgotten the child and his hurting friend?
When will he return and find us misplaced?
Tossed about by the torrent of our crumbling space
Why must a man learn on his own?
4 comments:
Pulling in the use of "Matsya" is powerful. I think it carries the appropriate tone for this piece.
I was actually very excited to see it come together this way. In my paper - Avatara - I discuss the purpose of the avatar in Hindu thought. While, I am not Hindu nor do I ascribe to the beliefs therein, I do find many beautiful concepts and stories that are useful. In this particular poem I "Tagged" the idea of Matsya to show that we need someone to lead us back and that we are lost. Hindu beliefs hold that a Avatar will come about from age to age to restore the right way or path. I think that we are lost in current times, possibly more than in times past. I have a fairly should historical and philosophical basis for this. But who am I?
;-)
Still love this poem.
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