“Have you seen a droplet on a Lotus leaf?”
“Yes –very calm and still, why?”
“Your mind, like that droplet stays put for now, but can flee any moment. Hold on to that rein; don’t let it leave you behind. Make and fly paper gliders from your window all you like, but don’t fly along – beyond the boundary wall.”
“Really, it can?”
“Oh! Most certainly, make friends with the old tree, if you want.”
So like that it passed – childhood and shelved dreams – the unfinished run behind that ice-cream car, steam engine whistle, passed but didn’t fade. Beyond that boundary wall came deserts, plateaus, rocks, mountains, mangrove forests.
“Once you have reached the edge – you will find that you merely overstepped into a bigger boundary – there is no end to it. Ask yourself, if you really want to go beyond?”
“It’s not the end that I seek – lock me up all you want, force my eyes shut if you please – but that paper glider I made, has really taken off and there is no stopping it.”
Those became tantrums. I am yet to break free, but so are many. I am not alone who wants to be a rolling stone.
Join me on my prompt on Dversepoets Poetics tonight.