The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
The Man Who Lives on the Rock Strewn Lane
There is a man who lives
on a rock strewn lane,
who only eats grain,
who drinks only water,
only listens to sounds
that emanate from the east.
He has tamed his own beast.
He is of one eye,
all parts creating one whole,
unfolding without limit.
He sits with cupped hands,
knees bent, straight back,
focusing only on the way,
being that which is only in front of him,
stopping him from wandering…
just in case he’s wandering.
One of the delights in life is to take the road less traveled. The man from the rock strewn lane clearly focusing only on that which is in front of him will have a dull uninteresting time. Silly man!
Hmm. Somehow I see him infinitely more contented, not stumbling over the the petty pebbles of life.
Ouch. Darn rock. But what do I know?
Good to hear from you oldegg, Randy
I love this man…wandering in the mind is a huge adventure..and a sense of wonder…he feels content..at home..accepting himself and the world around…you can be surrounded by beaches and seas but be stuck in a cave..seems he has achieved the opposite?
Good for you. Look within. Always within wherever you may be.
Smart of him to leave himself an out—just in case! 😉
Whirl for August 10th
His out is in.
I liked it, a little piece about a one eyed man….you have told me just enough….I will think of him and my kitty who lost one eye…just in case.
Ha. I didn’t write that he had one eye, I wrote that he is “of one eye”.
But seeing with one eye is like losing an eye in a way.
Somehow it’s easier to be content if you never leave I think… to be in motion constantly is so heavy for the rest of us.. and the clouds at the horizon changes constantly anyway.
Wherever you go, you are always still there.
Know yourself, nothing else matters or will affect you.
it’s an inside job
Keeping focused is the key.
Wait. Could you repeat that?
I had taken my glasses off for a moment. Thanks.
“just in case he wanders”… lovely! A nice and neat description, a deep poem – I like everything about it.
Oh the joy of a good wander … he knows not what he’s missing. 🙂
Dion sang of the lonely virtues of The Wanderer many years ago….
Thanks for the comments. Randy