Where do I sit in the cup of the Holy Grail?

Where do I sit in the cup of the Holy Grail?

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Where do I sit in the cup of the Holy Grail?
In the quest of
being me,
in the quest
of pursuing you,
was a quest in itself,
being lost in translation;
full of questions,
I found myself lost.
Who am I?
Where did I go?
Will I get me.... back?
Where do I sit, 
in this axis of change,
in the cup they call,
the Holy Grail?

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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The ultimate question and an infinite one, if only answers weren't so hostile at times...sigh. Strange to lose the self in such quests and yet be found at the same time, life is a seesaw me thinks :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

thank you poppy sorry its late

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