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.
11 comments:
I think you have. This is wisdom. I agree with you.
I couldn't agree with you more. A brilliant write - you are so wise Celest :)
:)
loving your work dear...
every poem is strewn with messages so deep :)
Lovely!
yes, I agree with Unknowngnome. You have! I like the way you write...without mincing words.
nice...yes i think wisdom is found in the contradictions, particularly when we are no longer looking for it...great write....
i much like the breathing in an out image here..the searching...food for thought in your lines...will chew a bit on this..
I agree with Brian. A thought provoking poem in one of the best ways possible.
When we are looking for wisdom, it seldom comes to us...Stop looking, and only then you will see it creeping...
chained the present
Meaning always seems to fall in the spaces between things. Not in the words, the pronouncements; nor in the buildings or the laws and regulations, but the truth falls somewhere hidden. Well captured here.
C D,
We need to accept contradictions and live with those instead of seeking to find reasons.
Take care
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