Thread: contention reflux

Blessed and released to wander shy valleys with stone eyes,
I walk with a cloak of understanding tailored from too much thinking,
wearing it gladly since nothing else exists.

Trapped and seduced by permanent contentment,
a torture that allows no more,
no less...
Balance exists between contemplation and feeling,
otherwise a height is reached that
hides the face of happiness found in simple things,
un-dissected and marvellous.

I repress the notion, flooding it with a barrage of ideas,
trying to find problems without explanations
or create circular reasonings to mask the inadequacy experienced
when trying to analyze the idea of feeling without knowing or
loving without looking too far ahead,

a pause ensues,



I am content..

Svw

This is quite intriguing and holds the quality of a riddle. For me it speaks about something of an epiphany, of how intellectual thinking doesn't equal happiness and will hinder our life experience to go beyond that of contentment. The narrator is used to think a lot about things and has started doubting if it really does him any good. He realizes he cannot explain some things and the break through comes in the form of being content with accepting this fact. Somewhat abandoning an idea of agnosticism to simply center ones belief in the truth of ones feelings.

Whether I'm on to any of your intentions or not, I found it a thought provoking and enjoyable piece.

Yes it is about understanding that not everything can be understood in a way. Thanks for reading