What if the question
is older than the answer?
What if time forgets
why it moves,
and the stars
no longer know their names?
What if we speak,
but it is the silence between words
that holds the weight.
The road bends
not to mislead,
but to remind us:
truth is never linear.
A seed does not know
it is a tree.
The stone does not dream
of flight
yet both contain the sky.
I do not search
for meaning,
only the place
where meaning once slept.
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Author:
MalcolmG (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
This poem seems very Taoist in nature. Loved it a fave
Nicely Thought out write, many poignant questions, enjoyed the read
Love it
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