Thursday, October 26, 2023

Written On A Magic Screen

The screen is magic. 

When I write words on it,

they become what the words represent.

You see what the words mean, like in an

oral culture where the descriptions spoken 

are as if the speaker was seeing the actual 

events unfolding in front of him

as he speaks.

What looks like words are trees, meadows,

horizons of fields, even what is infinite.

It’s in code, like the Matrix, like DNA.

Never lost in the void because the void 

never stopped it to begin with.

It just arose….that’s right,

it just arose like your Aunt Mabel and 

her tulips.  Like your life where did it

come from and why are you so terrified 

of not knowing?

Don’t worry, little one…..

don’t worry.



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