Words.
I used to believe in words.
When words fail me, scattered
in the figment of my imagination,
shimmering,
I watch it float blowing in the wind.
Words.
I used to believe in words.
When words fail me, scattered
in the figment of my imagination,
shimmering,
I watch it float blowing in the wind.
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What is prayer?
You take words,
everyday words,
and all of a sudden they become holy.
Why?
Because there is something
that separates one word from
another and then you try to fill
the vacuum.
With what?
With whom?
With what memory?
With what aspiration?
So when words bring you closer
to the prisoner in his cell,
to the patient who is dying on his bed alone,
to the starving child,
then it’s a prayer.
words by Elie Wiesel
Words
I used to believe in
Words
Words in circle
is closing on
I
walked out between
And & Played
It’s closing time.
—Guatama Buddha, Dhammapada
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