POETRY | PHILOSOPHY
Infinity -1
Words, Magic, Thoughts, we’ve got some of those — poemish
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Where do words come from
truly?
Where do they become the magic
that they are —
have they always been that way
or is it when they are wanted
that they arrive and await
order, and from chaos they command
us to quit for what it is we wait?
What then of Thoughts
deserving of full attention
and what kind of mystical cauldron
could possibly contain
something as pointedly to blame
as intention?
What has more power than that
which words can weave
with whispers ‘tween the teasing lines
who take their leave
and now what are we
to believe?
As if by gift given back
to the Source
we live out a life
of some resource —
and cosmically speaking
we’re comically not even
a blip on a blip of a blipping machine —
yet we are important
terribly important
inside the vessels
we call you and me.
How then can that be?
How can it be that we feel so much…
everything?
We feel. We see.
We hear. We understand.
We speak. We reflect.
We think. We act.
We change our minds.
We have minds that we can create with.
With the backdrop as endlessly bountiful
and eternally bespeckled with fantastical
dusty space
how can we not fall to our knees in wonder
to know
and be able to know
that we are a part of something
infinitely larger
that we cease to exist
yet we exist
like nearing the curve
and never touching it.
We feel. We see.
We hear. We understand.
We speak. We reflect.
We think. We act.
We change our minds.
We have minds that we can create with.
Utterly remarkable.
— agod
