A seeker,
of infinite wonder
set out to
discover
the most incredible
treasure
those of immortal value
in all that they stand,
as time,
the greatest
conqueror
of all
gathered in a
sacred sack
these loving
gems she
stored
however her love
was the motive,
to capture
and share these
treasured gems
to save the others
though when she returned,
from atop the mountain,
no one recognized her
and no one,
would hear her treasure
a life dedicated,
and a life she gave
for pieces of information
that were stored
in the deepest of trenches,
but these she couldn’t share,
for no one spoke the language,
the surface dwellers,
could not comprehend the depths
so she withdrew,
into an icy cave,
where she did find some warmth,
in weaving together these treasures
into a shining quilt
made of verse
frozen in time,
the word can be
keep on writing,
and don’t be afraid,
to give it
your
life
because they will outlast you.
By: IrieSide
Last night I asked for an answer (since I felt a little lost, like I lacked passion for what I really like to do) and today I woke up with this poem in my email. The funny thing is that I don’t open all of them, but it said “Pearl” which is my name in English. And what the poem says made me feel totally identified. More because I am a seeker of mysteries who likes to share them, but sometimes feels that others don’t understand it or don’t see it the same way. And I love to write, but I had just lost the desire to do it and I wanted to get it back.
hey flippityface! that is great to hear, glad this poem found you. and what a nice synchronicity :) glad you are connected with Arts of Thought, this is a community for those of us in the same nature. I hope the desire to write remains with you!