One flame touched another flame, and behold! They became fire. Moving apart to reach their destinies They formed a third flame. The new flame smoked; the two flames returned; They consoled it. The new flame was helping the two to consume the land. They needed each other. The new flame enlarged while the others died down. Meanwhile, it aged. Once the two flames were only smoke The new flame was then ONE. The one flame caused fires and then it caused hazards;
After a while it made catastrophes. It was unquenchable. There soon became nothing left to burn; Burning itself, it was not satisfied. The flame only wished to be put out, but All that were not elements in the land were terrified. The flame, NOW A FIRE, was inconsolable.
it is possible that I could become more entangled within snares and darnels.
if I made a wrong turn
would I be lost on an aimless path forever?
if I was gone
how would I go?
if I had so much to give
what kind of person would I be?
if I was blind
would I still see?
if I was lying
would I get caught?
if I age
will I die?
if I cry
would I be sad?
if I was chained
would I be an animal?
if my mind wandered
would I think of you?
if my past was gloomy
would I be resilient?
if I was standing
would I still be short?
If I love
would I let it show?
appealing to the thoughts and emotions of Spoken Wizdom
there is so much left unsaid. There is the pity of ourselves as well as the known- that we are pithy.
as the nights grow darker and the skies get colder, my mind is opened and my thoughts are clearer.
I never have the words, and you know this, and it is eating me up. But you, expressions come natural. For you it is like lava flowing. For me it is like a short circuit. as the wires wear and use, they tether, like tassels, they flare, they crack, they break,
and then maybe
I seem silent.
On an imaginary and imagery basis there is a communal mind between the two of us.
Sometimes and all times, on a spiritual level, if one looks within the soul, words are unnecessary.
