The thinker-
This morning the statue the thinker comes to
mind...
one might close their eyes and think of the artist ....an
eccentric man, without money, collecting to create rilke speak of him as someone
unable to even live with yet remained friends and what pose does he choose to
place himself in, one that takes control of his body and positions himself with
fist against head, bowed down to all the thoughts that his mind must
create.....
Silence is not empty...its so full that the thoughts must be
moved aside, there is no room and as they come and go they are all so different.
They are all lanes on a track I can run....and there's something in the silence
that only be described with another as the time one might stay embraced after
lovemaking and before sleep
And its the gift of emotion, both pain and
joy, they're married too.....
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