this is not a poem from me to you.
this is a message from the moss, the rock, the deep and ancient blue.
they have asked me to remind you,
for you have forgotten the view.
you build your towers of meaning, you spin your abstract schemes,
you chase the ghosts of essence through philosophical dreams.
but listen to the truth that hums beneath your feet.
existence precedes essence. the world is complete
before the naming, before the thought, before the word was said.
......
this is not a poem from me to you.
this is a message from the moss, the rock, the deep and ancient blue.
they have asked me to remind you,
for you have forgotten the view.
you build your towers of meaning, you spin your abstract schemes,
you chase the ghosts of essence through philosophical dreams.
but listen to the truth that hums beneath your feet.
existence precedes essence. the world is complete
before the naming, before the thought, before the word was said.
......