Wish Your Were Here

Mischevious temptation:
to speak,
attempt to share,
to fill a void,
rather than remain
within it’s vastness.

Beyond speaking a single word
the whole world there for the taking
all without anything to say.

It’s not a great matter
of life and death.

Open space,
without end
the meaning rests in the moment.

Words are mere symbols;
not the sky and clouds
and green grass
and blue reaching beyond imagination.

They are the luxury
of sensation.

Time is best served by
just shutting up.

This place can be known,
but you have to be here.

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