What wants to be said?
What is right?
How to reconcile those ever more complex, often opposed, views on a topic?
It seems my brain is not enough to make sense of things, thus went the realisation this morning.
There is no way I can make sense of it all. As hard as I try, it won’t happen.
So here I’m sitting, hunched over my writing tablet, lost in a maze of thoughts.
And then I paused. What was that?
Silence.
Comfort.
Rest.
And so I start writing frenetically about that, about how words can’t explain, but silence can. I conclude that only poetry actually makes sense, I mean in the “making” sense, thanks to the economy of its words.
I eventually draw a line and start writing a condensation of it, a few water droplets of words on my cold grey screen:
Step in the world beyond words
Where poetry rules
And angels speak
So you can hear God’s gospel
In the silence of the words you don’t speak
Sounded like final chord. A fermata.
I wish you a very great day savouring the taste of silence between and beyond words. Remember, words are only guides. Life is not and cannot be contained in them.
Cheers <3
Poetry comes from the greek that says 'create' and its advantage is that it is usually concise... Bravo, M