The philosopher asked the poet,
Does what the poets and the mystics
find in their hearts, agree
with what the philosophers have discovered
or reasoned to be true?
The poet answered
Yes, and No
and between the two
is a place, a space, where
the mouth is silent,
the pen hovers poised above the paper,
the eyes sparkle,
the heart leaps and rejoices,
and the mind soars on journeys
beyond anything that was known before
and lives experiences never before experienced;
finds words behind words
that were never spoken before,
sounds behind sounds
never heard before,
a knowledge beyond love,
a love beyond knowledge..
a place where poets and philosophers
meet together in a world of wonder.
it seem like you a pro with your writng, im working to be a upstart in the poem world.I like your work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
M, what a gorgeous, thoughtful, thought-compelling piece. However, tsk, you KNOW I have to quibble with the proposition that there is any such thing/matter/truth that 'the philosophers have discovered or reasoned to be true'. And you know I'm right to do so. However, since it's you, I'll let you get away with it and just say... a wonderful piece to treasure. It sings to me, as they say. t x