words create worlds
You are important because you are here, on Earth, now. You are part of them. They are part of you. Take a moment, an hour, a day and look deep down into yourself. Is there peace in there, is there love? Are you at peace with all the people in your life, with all the
But listen- (The sound of movement, the pitch of highest wave) The frail sound of truth The noisiness of lies Sit in the silence of your soul then ask (In voiceless love, in nightly space) For suns to shine and moons to glow (Into the human mirrors of thyself) Into the light you are. Then
Confined, a part of infinite yet finite in a form, osmotic cosmos only our hearts would know while our limbs, our thoughts and feelings- designed by numbers, equations, laws of ancient pasts remain contingent on the lowest light. What would it take to exit from the loop? Cutting the cord, renouncing a body pinned on the
Whipped rays piercing the clouds
(like stones on heaven’s blue)
This Sunday’s quietude clears the space The sky’s light burns every scam in mind (waiting for anything, in limbo states, desires, expectations, stupid plans, a chain of words that paves reality) A green-white-golden peace Fills the air that I breathe. This Sunday’s spotless sky Reminds me of a mountain, The clear encompassing vision
Worlds of Words 