Understanding Words
I recall words, revisit them,
are surprised how many
have different meanings to me
now than before.
Memory keeps racing into the future,
while stacking up more interpretations -
more import from words.
Symbols and pictographs,
evolved into a written language -
words created Babel.
Babel impelled diversity.
Words dreamed for us,
they began to live in both our reality
and our myths,
we were learning
to cross over metaphysical bridges.
Words are millennials deep
each noun and verb
has built our perception;
understanding these deep roots,
these multi-layered runes,
clarifies how much we see through
a glass darkly, or clearly.
A large horse in a small field.
One day snow falls,
one day it rains,
sunny days….humid, dry
windy, not windy,
colors and climate changing.
You remember all these images once seen.
Each image has its own archived impressions,
together with its myriad meta-associations.
Words are like that, poetry is like that,
when you recall them,
the words ‘horse’ and ‘field’
have endless connotations and aspects.
Then we realize, understand,
that it was never about the actual words,
never about dictionary meanings,
more the act of recollection,
a contextual disclosure
that discovers roots and their revelations;
you remember universal truths,
origins that deepen the more you
recall that they were always
a part your psyche.
These words we tease apart
seeking for hidden innate meanings,
open new realities; new apperceptions
help us see where this you
came from, and where you are now.
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