Nor the desire of heights,
But the joy of the silent fall.
Flight of the lonely bird,
restless movements,
followed by peaceful surrender.
And it lays itself on the wind,
and dreams a circular fall.
Soon it would awaken
perched on the giant tree
for a journey anew.
Restless movements
would give way, to
the joy of the silent fall.
For it flies, highest
So it falls, the most
Not the greed of grain
Nor the questions of truth
Nor the lure of the sun
Nor the desire of heights
But the joy of the silent fall.
Lovely poem! This has given a new perspective to my life. Thank you!
Thinkers have said that the joy is in the journey and not the destination. What I had understood from this was joy is in succeeding and not falling in your endeavors – an essential part of life.
However, your poem made me realize that there is joy in falling too – we just need to enjoy the fall – like the birds do!
Nice poem!!! But the joy of the silent fall….journey of my own, carrying luggage is the “soul” only..! Really the Silent Fall, the calm & the cool.
Beautiful…..the underlying words mean a lot to me…..the learning in failure in addition to enjoying the fall (if I may consider the essence in that sense) evokes a wisdom that can be shared only by person(s) who has experienced it!!
Lovely & thoughtful.