A Wild Exotic Poem by JOE POEWHIT
A Wild Exotic
Where does my mind start? Where does my mind end? No
expanse to the ultimate, the thoughts do not stop. Time does
not stop. It is all in perpetual motion. All a vibration in the
universe. Constant it is, alive in the conception. I am me,
a presence of GODS creation.
When will it ever stop? When will it begin again? Yet, I am
a part of this vibration, a cord or note, in the music of the
universe. My song of life, played out in the discourse of
being. I am a being, a place, and moment in all of time.
I sing my song. Then, I am a part of all time. All of time, is
before me, in this creation of time. Here for a moment and
gone to another place. Yet, all of myself, is this conception
of a place and time.
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The wonder of it all the science of it all God's creation all in your poem of thought -a wild exotic it surely is ++++++10 regards
as exotic as the oceans as exotic as the dense wilderness as exotic as an infant's smile as exotic as a mother's warmth who knows where it starts who will ever know where it ends...
Macrocosm and Microcosm in relation…meditative stuff … Thanks for sharing… Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
a wonderful expression of sense of being...almost an identity, another brilliant read. a ten plus!
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Where does my mind start? Where does my mind end? No expanse to the ultimate, the thoughts do not s......... ........................ ........................ lovely and neautiful presentation.. mind is workshop of thoughts.....nice one read mine thouhgts...inflamed mind.. sun eclispe..