Saturday, November 13, 2010

Whispers subside as an inner world comes to life and breathes into the thoughts a self assuring vigor. Provocation reverberates with the essence of being, as long as it is untouched by the adulteration of the ignorant. Myth-in the definition of the fools- enlarges beyond its capacity. Ego develops, but lasts only till it is not negated by the fools.

There is no practicality that survives at the moment-only dreams of being. And it is there to live, but without any justification of fairness or reason.

2 comments:

D.M. SOLIS said...

Any one of these sentences could start a whole poem. Thank you. Peace,

Diane

heathen said...

did not look at it that way when i began writting....but now i do.

thanks.