The Well of meaning

A building impatience,

Like a brook trembling free

Over boulders and stones,

Ever seeking a new path,

If not directed, its rage tempered

By strong banks,

It will dissipate itself over the landscape

Of possibility,

An endless bifurcation of chaotic meanderings,

An adventure of pure chance,

Great in extent,

But not deep enough to trouble

Even the sole of a shoe,

Let alone the soul of man,

Universal truths generalised to mere banalities,

Truisms exchanged like pleasantries,

What is needed is the deep well of meaning,

Mysterious in its dark depths,

Plumbed by an ever spreading light of consciousness,

Which grows wide and diffuse in its search,

And then sharp on features

Looming in the void,

Art on cave walls,

Ancient beasts once more freed to charge,

A wilderness unchained,

And let loose upon this tame world,

Changing all,

Or changing just one thing-

Profoundly

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. The Hook
    Apr 28, 2011 @ 17:55:59

    Nicely conveyed.

    Reply

  2. mbwilliams
    Apr 28, 2011 @ 22:10:58

    Cheers again!

    Reply

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