Between hundreds of years-old trees
I’m searching for my past
at top of the mountains.
Within shades of greens
asking the rivers
watering the meadows.
Speaking with lotus flowers
lying on river beds
I’m touching rocks
trying to understand what is missed.
What is it to belong?
What determines belonging?
I’m hurt inside
by the wind carrying my past
I thrust my head into the clouds
confused, unable to breathe…
while galloping on top of a horse
not knowing what I’m missing.
I don’t know
Source: www.archetypeinaction.com
by Meltem Arikan
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