2018.03.07.
Dead Words
The mind is the surfaceLike the waves of the sea
Though it may appear impressive
It lacks profundity
Thus I sailed through questions
And there are questions at every port
Their answers are banal
If they come from a dead heart
So many phrases, so many turns of phrase
So many organized words
Seem so important
But they go under in thin air
The word in dearth of essence,
Even in prayer,
Is but outside noise
And inner emptiness
An idle and fragile monologue
That you repeat every day
Devoid of substance
Empty, cold words
So many phrases, so many turns of phrase
So many organized words
Seem so important
But they go under in thin air
Delve into your own deep sea
If you really want to know
Wisdom pours out from you
If you answer with your being
So many phrases, so many turns of phrase
So many organized words
Seem so important
But they go under in thin air
Delve into your own deep sea
If you really want to know
Wisdom pours out from you
If you answer with your being