MEANINGA Poem by JoJo Maxwell
Traveling, moving, errands,
going from here to there in a blink of the mind. Doing so much in life yet experiencing nothing. We imagine the purpose of the life lived. Finding comfort in the things we accomplish. Missing the beauty of the life walked past. Nothing lives in the movement of menial tasks whose purpose is to fill the void of accomplishment. Beauty of the world lives in the hallowedness of a cold winter's night, the stillness of the moon's rays on the floating flakes of snow. Life was born from nothing, and nothing is where god's creation lives. The greatest on Earth want for nothing, but to experience life in the true essence of its creation.
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