being equal ...

a search ...

Wisdom is crushed to death
by the weight of knowledge.

Imagination struggles and gasps

in the quicksand of meaning.

Silence is demolished at that moment

when it is uttered.

A tiny death, each time, in that fleeting gap

at the end of an exhaled breath, before the beginning of another.

When I breathe in

you breathe out.

In these contradictions;

in these conflicts and defiance

I see. And then,

I seek what I see.

Perhaps if I stop seeking
I will find the meaning,
the agreement.

My note book of poems ...

posted for http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/ - notebook

posted for http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/poetry-pantry-is-now-open-67.html

posted for http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/

I humbly accept from poets Rally --------

I nominate 'OLD RAVEN'

life ...