Word and RamificationA Poem by Onoma
Word and ramification...it's either the ramification will
be incensed by that word, or not...no more, no less. There's nothing to define...your defining can never uphold it by definition. Words come to themselves with the same thoughtless motion of open arms...or arms resting at their sides. Space eagerly awaits nothing, so has everything... if words are crafted they're passed by non-duality. Their reason for being should not wander away from your reason for being. If genius is to be derived from words...the only testament to their truth is their aliveness. All words are migrating hatchlings in danger of predation... they can die at any moment--if their Source has not enlivened them sufficiently.
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