NaPM April 20 2015

[rayheinrich]

Fleeting

Looking through the tinted glass, I see a field,
greener than green.
It seems so smooth, a carpet of moss.
Stopping my car, I get out.
I walk towards the field, but it flees from me,
no longer so green, no longer so smooth,
just weeds not yet grown.
Raising my head, I see a forest
of trees enshrouded by a gray mist
that softly stroke the trees like soft fingers,
and they live!
I run towards the forest,
but it flees and hides.
As I approach, I find that the
mist is no longer soft,
but cold and damp
and the radiance drains from the trees,
and they become dull and too real.

Erthona

The depth of this, I hardly ever see it. The surface is fine, beautiful, there
is no need to go deeper, no status to be obtained, its simplicity is quite enough.
But if you desire, there are a thousand meters more.