poems the question August 16, 2013August 15, 2013by heather anne The person who wrote this line is different from the person who wrote this line. Will I ever know myself? Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
13 thoughts on “the question”
I love it!
So do I!
This feels kind sad. I hope you know yourself. You’re pretty awesome. 🙂
It’s not sad, it’s the Truth. Who are we really? It’s a long way to home to that awakening.
Who wants to know?
Very nice. Captures the spirit of the Haiku marvellously
This is awesome.
Creativity is at the core of the human being. It is the ability to change. Therefore we can never know ourselves completely. Whatever description you would create of yourself, you could change yourself out of its scope.
aha! very nice
Holy…shit. So damn simple. And that’s the point. For me, my constant question was “Why?” A simple, three letter word question that never allows it’s answers to be simplistic.
Gotta read more of your poetry now! 🙂 (no pressure haha, just kidding.)