Friction of Pure Being

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Aware of Moving Poems

We are moving poems
We don’t have to speak
To be acknowledged
Sometimes, we just sit

And watch the world
So much beauty, so little time
We don’t always realize
Each cell, each plant, each flower

Each star, touches other
Cells, planets, flowers, stars
Other human beings, that’s
How literature works,

That’s how the world is made
We are like moving poems
That do not need to create
For by existing, we are creative

We do without do
And influence without trying
By your very matter of being
You matter and radiate

The you-ness of your energy
It doesn’t take an effort
To live our one nature fully
But it comes out, in unspeakable ways

Surprising even the watcher
Time leads us to new poems.

Featured artist:

http://www.deviantart.com/art/Blue-sun-525756530

7 thoughts on “Friction of Pure Being

  1. I’m going to spend some time thinking about whether I’m living up to the standard of being a moving poem. Feels like a lot of pressure to make the minutes matter. Love the illustration, too.

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