A THOUGHT


They come on a starry night
Or with bright morning clouds
Always they are with us
No matter if we deny them

A life is a simple thing
A thought may pass
Then return
The Universe is a floating thought

The Soul is like a thought
Always being refined
Stretched to the extremes
Tested then moving on

A thought must be nurtured
Molded into form
Then it takes on identity
We give it a name

Then it is shared with others
The complexity of interaction
Develops the thought
To new levels

Beginnings and endings
Strange attractors
Answers without questions
Not seeing the imagination for reality

We are not alone
Help is given in
The molding of the Soul
They come in many names

They know us as a thought
We see them in the corner of our eyes
Colors of light
Embracing us

To reject them
Does no harm
There is time
We are vast

Life is as simple as a thought


Michael V Hechtman