There is a place
Where ideas come from
And you cannot know for sure
When you are actually there
Because all is imaginary in relation
To that which is already in existence
Or else, it is a copy
Of what someone else
Has brought back to us before...
Pure truth has no existence,
Being beyond within
The garden of originality,
Where all sorts of unearthy things
Are really grown
And some are plucked by the living-
The explorers, who like these things,
Have been transformed in this world
From the dust of another...
Love is grown among these wonders,
So, maybe love is an idea of truth
And maybe true ideas are love, too,
That strengthen the more they are used,
materializing each second clearer,
Certain, yet, vanishing undetected
Into dust again
When there is no belief
To keep them from returning again...
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all is relatively but at top i think the emotional true Wise and nice God bless u
Romeo, This is a very nice poem. The wisdom expressed here goes really deep and it is so nice to read the poem multiple times to dicover and appreciate more of its worth each time. Very good
Life has dawn and dusk and sometimes sail thro' ebb and flow! ! ! 'tis a great poem, , , Top marks! ! ! ! !
circle; A series or process that finishes at its starting point or continuously repeats itself; a cycle. to consider life as a circle is a wise decision always! ! while reading this poem i felt the simplicity and complexity of life and also philosophical and psychological aspects of life. great work! loved it! ! ! God Bless You! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything has a begining and an end you completely captured everything in this poem another amazing write! ~Bella