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THE ROAD THAT LEADS TO THE FOREST

The road leads to the street,
The street leads to the city,
The city leads to life-

Of buzzing trend and diverse people
And blazing profanity -

Milk in their eyes,
Salts on their forehead,
Gold in their teeth.

I remember the face of my mother as a baby,
Her soft white skin covered me
like I was clothed with the clouds;
Sometimes you need to close your eyes to see.

Close your eyes and see,
Open your mind and learn
at your own peril.
Too much knowledge kills,
Too much understanding veils the heart.

Look around and see what makes Merry,
It is in drunkenness, in wantonness,
It's in carefree and spendthrift existence.
Not focused ambitions
Nor prudent calculations
Nor in the acquisition of properties
that will fade away.

What gives meaning to life
are the very little things
Like the ant as opposed
to the dragon of fiery imagination.

Because we move like a train,
We fail to see clearly.
Sometimes we have to pause the world
And move backward like the spirits,
Before we can see that-

Life leads you to the city,
The city leads you to the street,
The street leads you to the road,
The road leads you to the forest,
And the forest leads you to death.

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I enjoy the deeper message in this Drey.
The main message i got after 3 read throughs is everything in moderation, because objects do not hold as much value as we think, and it truly is the little things that count when we choose to live our lives from knowledge of the heart. and how eventually it all fades away, back to death and rebirth. I could picture this being read aloud with impact.
Sometimes we do have to be still and move as the snail or ant to see?
That's just my take!

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