Light steps, hard steps deep in the snow, swallow me whole and leaving a hole.
Yet unseen within the cold, and within the soil that is the world.
Only soil can cover soil.
No hole can be dug without harming its core.
Just like no heart can be tamed unless tamed by a heart.
Rain often taps my window, and often taps my cheek.
Rain can reach a hole without harming its core, and really knows what's inside.
Why not fill it? Why not destroy it? Why does the water that understands so much, destroys the sides of the hole-- making it bigger than it already was?
There's no way to tame a stream that runs, where once the hole was seen.
Too deep, too strong to hold the water back. Water didn't ruin or save the hole,but it pushed it as far as it could go reavealing its true meaning, its true light its true soul--letting go of what was to be hidden by ice, snow and soil.
-I. R.
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A Glimpse at Life in Poems
PoetryA thousand words are always swimming around in my head, and it's hard to sort them out. Here are a few times that I've managed to put them together.
