Tuesday, September 27, 2011

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.