That's where I'm headed
Inner India
land of poetic spices,
artistic silks
and introspective gems
land of tear-drop palaces
living cities of old
monks, monkeys and elephants
and shining roads of gold
but I'll catch no train
and take no plane,
or if I do
it may not matter
may my voyaging be inward,
a journey of healing
an enterprise for enlightenment
for I think the chains that hinder me
are not of metal
but of philosophy and psyche
that the discoveries I need
(though earthly profits they could breed)
are to be found in inner,
not outer India
where the soul's fruits take seed
Comments
kheldar | March 26, 2010 - 00:24
I really like this Sean, although I do think the last verse could do without the rhyming, it detracts more than it adds. Hope you don't mind me saying.
The descriptions of "outer india" are really good, takes the mind's eye right there.
Kheldar :--)