I've studied much Philosophy <br />and Art, I had advisors, <br />felt pains and struggles, misery <br />spring up like little geysirs. <br /> <br />All sound and language, imagery <br />was there for me to see, <br />was shown by others openly <br />it was the golden key. <br /> <br />A mirror had been put in place <br />presenting my own heart, <br />reflected back at moderate pace <br />deciphering MY art. <br /> <br />What was impossible to do <br />a stranger here presents: <br />my innermost and ah, so true <br />my soul's predicaments. <br /> <br />Confusion leaves, not to return <br />and loneliness abates, <br />another mind, free to concern <br />itself with secret states.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/then-what-is-poetry/
