Creation in Destruction

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about a person finding meaning from inside and realizing the true nature of reality

Submitted: July 28, 2008

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His search led him to contentment.
As he roamed the crests and valleys of his mind he found meaning.
He realized that one cannot find truth in that which they understand.
Experience and feeling are real.
He opened his eyes to an arid expanse.
He walked foreword towards nothing with excitement unbound by reason.
He meandered into a prairie.
He frolicked through a meadow.
He ran up a hill and he just sat.
His eyes became windows.
The sky so blue, the breeze so cool.
To give up is to lose hope.
To accept confusion is to find meaning.
So there he lay in his paradise.
Surrounded by chaos he created an acceptance, and understanding.
One cannot control the world.
One must bask in its glory.
One time as the wind passed through the upmost boughs of a tree, a utopia was formed.
One time as the waves crashed upon the shore, nirvana was reached.
One time a man walked into a forest.
Once and a while all seems perfect.
Certain moments are revered.
Certain times are lost.
Within destruction lies creation.
One time the world turned to dust.
In the cosmic riptide it traveled the universe.
In silence it veered in and out of knowledge.


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