The center point of core
The ultimate vision
Creates and destroys
Unknowingly
The colors it spreads
Sitting idle
The concious of core
Playing and burning all around
Everything is a mirage
Even the existence never ever existed
Only that poet's poem echoed.
I wonder if our poetry really comes from the core of us, the center of our heart or are we protected
from that. Maybe the poetry just comes from the fringes so that we don't get too
close to our own work.
I really like this piece...it makes me look into myself as a poet and try to figure me out.
j.
Dear, Arundass TP, love it, "the core," and it's enlightment a great visionary. Existance is a tumultuous angst. A religious feeling, and angst for God, to giveth us, the plea of immortality and our everlasting promise. ---Maynard
Ah yes Descartes and his all that I know is that I exist. How do we trust anything? Fake news, changed history, laws, beliefs. Nothing stays the same. A lovely write it seems that the only thing that we can believe is our emotions and that is poetry.
I like Albert Einstein’s take on creativity that its intelligence having fun.
I think it comes from core and many other experiences that those who are sensitive can store and use when needed.
Enjoyed!
THAT is awesome!
Yes! I believe we have a subconscious core.
It's always quietly in the background of our conscious thoughts.
Occasionally, like frightened child, it will speak up and save us from ourselves.
I wonder if our poetry really comes from the core of us, the center of our heart or are we protected
from that. Maybe the poetry just comes from the fringes so that we don't get too
close to our own work.
I really like this piece...it makes me look into myself as a poet and try to figure me out.
j.