as constant as river,
which isnt at all constant
and as tall as a mountain which has fallen.
you know that when we consider our past,
it isnt what we see.
or, really, what we feel.
its what we learnt
and if what we learnt was that
sometimes we dont want to know
then would we be blissful?
ignorant, sure...
or have we reached the depths of knowledge?
well, as far as im concerned
that depth is on top of a tall, tall mountain
which has fallen,
and been rebuilt

yay
it's okay
good, good job

hmm, nice. i like it, as usual james. i like the end.

it's very very good!

I disagree with that first comment. It's definitely not "okay"

Your poetry takes a stand and gives an opinion. It's brilliant James.

^Brilliant, I agree.

I read it aloud and I like the rhythm of it.

You have the voice of a wise old sage who speaks of enlightenment. Thank you for sharing your wisdom.

thank you all very much for your comments

= )