The youthful Thinker asked...
"What is Life?
How can I find the answer?"
And the wise Philosopher said...
"Life is a tapestry to weave
you are but a single thread."
The enlightened Student queried...
"I must contemplate
where I am in the weave?"
As the inspiring Teacher imparted...
"You are the exquisite monad
unique in all of existence."
The perplexed Scholar insisted...
"How can I find myself
not knowing who I am?"
While the gifted Guardian affirmed...
"Listen to your songs and dreams
and you will foresee your meaning."
The lyrical Listener deemed...
"How can it be
that I am?"
And the consummate Master confirmed...
"Because you are
all that is."
At last the tested Disciple marveled in his journey...
"Where do I go
with this knowledge?"
The Holy Man rekindled...
"You are already here!"
Submitted on November 23, 2022
Dialogue Proficiency Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Calari
Wishing to be a grad
Now though a lad,
Can be sweet as Chad.
Many get to write a pad
Exams and become sad;
Results make them monad
Make loose courage had –
Isn’t this too bad?
So be a brave lad.
There will some tad;
World differ like dad,
You always try to add
Vigour to your try; be mad.
The Overheard talk between The Mind & the Body.
To long we’ve been apart, torn apart from the words that the lips of humans use to speak.
Inches apart, separated by a barrier of eye, nose, lips and listening holes that they call ears.
What happened to us? Weak is we have become separated from birth to live under a curse. No special techniques to make them more unique.
Livers rotting, hearts deterring, kidneys shrinking, why does the eye in the sky keep on blinking? Or are you sending a message from the un-readable passage.
How to cheer when I constantly live in gear, white substances destroying kids (cells), pills making me very ill.
It beats and beats and they don’t know why it beats they just like the way it sounds that’s why they tap they feet to the invisible beat.
The un-seeable eye is, not called the third eye it’s called. The Monad (The One Eye), keep the secrets locked for a race that don’t know how to appreciate the exordium of being alive.
When the organs die they will come face to face with (The reflection of oneself).
-The Overheard talk between The Mind & The Body.