Happily Taken Away

I love the nature forever and your poem give to us an closeup to our destiny in the nature when we get death.

It is inevitable. We all become dust.

Well said.

The Quiet Drift

To yield the soul to current’s grace,
And leave behind the frantic race.
No hollow heart, no spine of glass,
Just watching clouds and seasons pass.

For in the wind and river’s flow,
We find the truths the world won't know.
To be unseen, yet fully free,
A drop returned unto the sea.

Rushing to find a rhyme. I think the message is clear.

Is an easy life, untested, unseen, worthy of living?

In a poetic sense, I’m sure that’s true, but the reality is quite different... I always keep my feet firmly on the ground.

I feel the floating life is the unexplored life.

We should get to know the Romani people (Gypsies), the Tuareg, the Fulani and the Kuchis better; perhaps we’ll learn something from them.

It really sounds so peaceful to just let the nature to take control whether you end up growing or simply fading away.

But instead someone is stuck in dealing with frustrating spineless people who refuse to listen and only pretend to be righteous.

This is about them who are deeply tired of human hypocrisy and wish to find the freedom to just be the one.

This peom is so real to read, are you the writer???

Of course I am the writer. Why would I post another's work?

I think we are all spineless in some way. Even the toughest and smartest of us.

I also love to write poetry but in my native language Urdu.

We journey through this world carrying a host of feelings, fears, sorrows, and doubts. We feel that at times we bear the weight of the world. How easy it would be to shed all that weighs us down. To live like the flower, the tree, or the bird that, despite no one listening, sings; despite everything, flies. But humankind is subject to so many social impositions, norms, and constraints. How simple life would be if we were only seeds, and once free, trees. Greetings

Just imagine if we used what we have available to make life better, rather than to make money.

It's not something new that the heart like freedom and perhaps a lot would be better if there was no pod to keep us trapped in routine.

Routines offer safety - even the ones that harm us.

True but not in all cases but I'll still have to agree since I can't find my backbone😂

Maybe they are just slipping on the slope because they are trying to get away from all the fun that real life delivers?

That is very possibly true. Or they are scared because the fun is uncertain, so they are safer staying the known course.

The state you've felt, but never named, Tayutau.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U4AaLSUIt-8

First I have heard the term, thanks. I feel it is a nice place to visit, a useless place to stay.

I can honestly understand why some people choose to have no possessions and just walk - unencumbered, monk-ish, feet on the earth. This is a lovely poem. We will, one day, be like those floating petals, settled in the dark earth.

I see the attract also. Where it fails is in regard to other people, children, community. It seems that it is only available to some, because of all did it, all would fail at a species level.

Sometimes I take an ordinary day and decide to be in it like a seed in the wind. I walk without a specific goal, just along the road, not knowing where I'll turn next. That's how children live.

Children also get into trouble they can't get themselves out of :D

In this world, everyone gets into trouble. Just with varying frequency. And I think there's a certain law of good and bad luck for people.

As I have said earlier in various articles, I am one of the people who have some pretty bad luck with things that are seemingly out of my control. I think that there is balance, but it doesn't balance for the individual person. The universe is always in balance.

This poem makes me feel like escaping from life's troubles and retreating into nature :)

I think we all should. At least for some time.

The seeds and the nature have a resilience and peace that we the humans still must learn.

!BBH

I've always thought it would be fun to be a bird. A smart bird though, none of that stupid running into windows stuff. Though I do that as a human sometimes too, so...

Thank you for this beautiful poem that helps us reflect on the cycle of life, which can simply be our own personal cycle. The linear language in several verses helps us feel our own life's trajectory and its entire unfolding process. The poem also reminds us of the importance of freedom and knowing how to run when we are truly free. Thank you.

it would be pretty freeing and cool.. just go where the wind blows u..

but, I think I'd rather choose where I want to chill. 😎🤙

Beautiful words. A beautiful description of life, its journey, and destiny.