Category Archives: Search for meaning

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Elusive as conceiving creation

The nothing that all things are

Nothing

We wish to believe,

Does not simply disappear

 

Things do leave an impression

(Or so we hope)

Brief, longer, or seemingly eternal

By their necessity of being and ending

They leave their mark

In the shape of those replacing

 

And even if it’s not in the way of memory

As we have it – it once has been,

There was something that came before

And there will be what comes after

Contemplation

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I left it to float in a sea of ponder

Still, like solitude, alone with thoughts.

Sometimes in me flow currents,

Of awe and wonder,

The ones I find – I lose

Or maybe dry out.

 

I run and run

To be faster

Than the blink of an eye

Faster than light

But it doesn’t matter

How strong my will

I’m always back

To where time stands still