Wild as the ocean, free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.






Wild as the ocean. Free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.





Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Words

Words.  What do they really mean? 
When they come and go so easily like wind and mountains sit waiting to be moved.
Warm breath releases and lies unfold.  So they say, so they say.
I do, you will, be more, and yes but really no. 
They mean so little, and yet carry the weight of one ton weapons.
We hang ourselves on small utterances caught in the wind and are carried off, legs dangling behind us hanging on for dear life.
When the wind stops, gravity gives way and a fall bestows itself upon us immediately, without so much as a sound.  And we are let down to the earth, humility and all.

Words....they are beaten around, tossed up into the air like grain for luck but discarded so easily after use like paper with no more space to explain, no longer in need, stored away in memory.
Garbage to be swept under our shadows. 
Are we gambling, checking to see if anyone is paying attention?
Are we testing each other or is it pure indulgence, laziness.
Caught up in a moment of excitement, fear and adrenaline drive us further outward; So important that we maintain this rhythm, keep up the momentum.
A frenzy of emotion that we throw out, more and more filling the space with grain, stuck in a silo of our own excitement.  Drowning in our own lies.
They mean nothing at times, at others, they can lay our lives flat and so often, even the simplest of words, reveal what lies below that which is not being said.

So what if we said less but said more?

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