Ever Yours

...So...we've  a word for All we Are...(life)--

so why is it what it is...cannot define all the

words that have sprung from it?

Yet...they're full of definition...(paradox)...

yet they're full of definition.

Words are unpacked by the mind as per

definition equals information...which can

never remain as defined.

We've a "life" of our own way before words...

way after words...if they don't wish to come,

they'll deplete their host irrevocably.

There's always silence...the non negotiable 

holiday by moment signed: Ever Yours.

Yet...as definition will have it, this is a mere

trifle--an insubstantial wasteland.

Words...Mara to Buddha...outgoing/incoming

arrows, a midair burn beyond definition...

moment signed: Ever Yours.

Reviews

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~ thank you for writing this interesting, insightful and intriguing poem, Sire... i find words very inexplicable... i know that we can only write those words that want to be written by us... but the rest is a mystery to me...

[Onoma]

Serah...lately I've been picking up words, shaking them to hear, then see what's inside
them. There's so much of nothing inside them...until we connect--they're empty vessels
waiting for the breath of life. Even if I may end up purple-faced I hope to one day do
them justice.

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~ i hear you, Sire... i feel you do them a lot of justice... more and more each day... ~ your interaction with the english language astounds me and inspires me... always... :)

[Onoma]

Thank you sweetheart, you're the creme de la creme of this site.

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~ wow... thank you for such an exquisite compliment, Sire... :)