Playing with randomness
on the keyboard, I search
for something recognizable,
which I can use as a jumping
off point. You have to start
somewhere, so I’ve chosen
this place and this time to begin
with Get Hihdity.
What is this thought?
What is behind this urge to write?
To use words as approximations
to get around language altogether,
to distill from randomness
the inexplicable.
How will it be?
How will it be?
Entropy descends while life ascends,
yet underneath all matter that exists
there remains something else
that also ascends whose source
is inside the human heart.
It gives birth to God and religion,
to philosophy and mysticism,
but it goes much further and
reaches beyond this Universe,
beyond death and language.
Its hints are felt deep inside,
as a whisper one can’t quite hear,
as if there is a light there,
a glowing of the heart.
3/30/13