Thoughts Are No Less Things
Wandering
Through an art gallery
I couldn’t help but wonder where
The ocean of artistic ideas may be found. Down
Deep inside our brains where cells contain the seeds
Of every memory, emotion and intelligence lying scattered
All ‘round. Later I dreamed that things were not quite as they so very
Often precisely appear. Angels danced while we romanced like we were
Making immortal love right here. Intertwined and intermingled, interconnected
Separateness turned single.
Leaving me and you somewhere reaching the outer Limits
Of space between your mind and mine and a concept we call time.
Reeling and Dealing
In the perplexities of where thought originates, I was left concluding nothing more
Or less than Consciousness as the Ultimate Intangible Underlying Everything
From soup to nuts and saints to stars leading me to believe in Thoughts
No less things than birds with wings and songs to sing
As close as you and I are near enough to
Far.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2011
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