"Existential Poem"
by G.E. Nordell
The voices in my head Were never my friend The voices in my head Gave bad advice The voices in my head Often tried to gang up on me But Self prevailed Those voices now a distant hum And Self reveals That which exists Self merely entails Accessing the Silence I hear a dirt-cycle in the distance No matter I hear an airplane overhead No matter Gurgle, gurgle in my tummy Doesn't matter Seeing renders creative act Silence gives you what you need Speaking seeds the past with Now Silence gives you what you need Thinking opens new dimensions Silence gives you what you need Life abounds within the Silence Clock a-tick defines the Time Now is all there is – in Silence Now is all there is – in Time
© Gary Edward Nordell 2010, all rights reserved
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