10. No Empty Words:

Welcoming the Depth of Meaning

Communication; how can there be connection with no communication? The trees communicate with the wind much like birds do the sky. Communicating with those long gone, and those who remain beside, not with words, no, but with an intuition. What is this? Have I gone mad? The delusions doctors prescribe hardly seem to be less than rational, yet, this is logical and formulated, calculated and within reason. Prescriptions aside, this communication, with a cautious foot in the doorway of mysticism, tethered together with umbrella theories and observations of the psychic mind, this mimics that of dreaming. And yet, here I am, awake.

Introductions can be difficult for some, whether in writing or speaking. When it’s time for introductions, a gaze may suffice.

Lyrics

“I’m a man as in mortal;
Still I’m immortal.
I’m a living, breathing, human being,
in these eyes you’ll see a wormhole,

kind of like a portal;
Attach a rope,
With a gaze I’ll take you way beyond,
Which is where it is you’ll go.

You’ll ride through like a poem,
No empty words,
Through the silence of a breath,
In between a layered verse.

Mesmerized by what’s observed;
Intrinsic tongue,
The inertia in the syllables
Perceived outside of…one.

Dialect inseparable,
Letters are collectible.
A Twist of language at a glance,
Emotion unforgettable.
Stronger then invincible,
Wisdom from a sage;
When Enveloped in the rhythm,
Simple daydreams cascade.

Melodic lullaby’s,
Grasping synonyms from in.
Metamorphosis in the lines,
Hyper sensitive;

I’m a man as in mortal;
Still I’m immortal,
I’m a living, breathing, human being,
in these eyes you’ll see a wormhole.”

  • Kilgore, M. (DreamScape DayDreams, 2019)

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