The Word

All that I hear is a myth.

Words are only a story;

Hearsay.

“Fact”, “truth”, “real”,

Even these are only words

In the beginning there stirred consciousness,

from “That”, aroused the word.

In the beginning there were no words.

Words cannot describe “That”.

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Meaning is there,

but meaning is not the word.

The word is not the thing!

The word reflects a precious intent of our soul;

The import of the intention is not the word.

Poems, songs, books and discussion,

arouse such feelings and thoughts;

Words can trigger these,

but feelings and thoughts are not words.

We have words for God, Spirit, soul and happiness.

Profundity can be implied by words;

Words can bring hope,

but hope is not words.

Words are muddled reflections of a speck of consciousness.

A dim light in that void of darkness.

A glimmer of meaning, hope, feeling or thought.

Our lifeline to sharing our vision.

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