Words
Words, words, words... they speak softly of the sacred in Holy Books, the speak in whispers of the profane. Words, words, words... they describe the untouchable, the embraceable, the impossible, the known and unknown. Words, words, words... they talk of hopes and wishes, of dreams and nightmares, lies and deceits. Words, words, words... they state facts and realties and touch upon truth. Words, words, words... they tell of stories, they speak tall tales, words spell trouble when not used with care... they tell of histories, they speak of others. Words, words, words... they cast spells of our loves and passions, they tell of ourselves, they reveal our desires, our wants and our needs... words spell out our lives and count all our numbers.
Words are used to fragment our being, capturing moments that we long to remember. We utter our words using symbols of sounds to weave what we know and share it with others. Words have power more than we know - words have been used against us and words have been used for our good.
Words are woven together to speak of what we know and long to know. Words are our questions and our answers. Words that are written are pictures that jump start our imaginations.
It has been said by Mallarme, "The world was created so we may put it into books." Mankind has used symbols to capture what we have seen, both outside our minds and from our inner being. Words in and of themselves, before they become written, attempt to solidify what we know and what we see, how we perceive thru our senses.
There is nothing new under the sun... but our words. We create new words to express our new found knowledge, born of our discoveries of existence. True that existence has always been and we are but flashing moments before the cinema of life, but our words grow into new sounds, new definitions of our own evolving existence.
Words that attempt to define those experiences that lie beyond matter - love, bliss, awe, anger, hatred, spite... emotions that are real, but cannot be held - like the wind that is invisible but can only be known by the movement of matter whistling around it. Wind is real because we see its affects... our sweat cools to its essence, our hair, like grasses, blow with its flow... the winds are described by its what it does.
It may be said that winds are like thoughts that affect words ... thought (the faculty of thinking and reasoning), is the breeze that moves words into sounds, sharing part of ourselves with each other. We are givers - we also take - two words, givers/takers, the yin and the yang.. words may speak of oneness, but words are yin and yang. For every side we describe with our words, there are words to describe the opposite side.
When that happens, our words become futile in capturing the wholeness within. Our very being is limited to our potential, and our potential is our matter-given ability to manifest all that we are - our collectiveness of senses working to live, to be, to become, to know and to realize. And through these processes we share, we share on many levels that which sustains us as homo-sapiens - thinking man (sapiens wise, rational, present participle of sapere, to be wise).
We define our words with more words because we long to speak Truth. We take our words and add other words to them to give them strength and purpose, to make sure that the word is as understood as it can be. Words upon words, in many languages, and within each of the languages the regional usages, the slangs born of the micro-climes of cultures... our sapiens cranking away.
It is our wisdom that makes us more of what we are than all other words, but to put words to our wisdom is our challenge. Some use the pulpit, some use the stage, some use drama while others use humor. We write stories, we write philosophies, we weave our words in many ways, hoping to share even but a glimpse our ourselves with others.
We use words to lie to defend our weaknesses, our knowing that we hide within. We use words manipulated to present better stories, clearer ideas, less objectionable thoughts or comments... we lie with words to uphold our conditionings, our belief systems that we have molded together into either rugs or rags of our being. Our very existence relies upon words, and even if these words are never spoken out loud, we repeat the words in silence in our minds, still judging ourselves by the words that we hear, that we speak, and the words that we write...
cecil
23 July 2006
[Originally written 2/15/04, revised this date]
_________
Ghost Writer
___________
words
are the symbols
from within
they are woven
into patterns of thought
designs of our being
touching our souls
lighting our perspectives
images of consciousness
blowing thru our minds
inciting the words
into life
to share with others
words they speak
words they tell
words to be engraved
words to be erased
our utterances
rely upon the word
in the beginning
the silence
stirred by desire
to live
thru words
creating our deeds
our needs
fulfilling self
to bloom
to perfume
in the garden
of existence
exposing the spirit
the word
is moved
by the winds
of inspiration
to give / to take
in balance
for inner harmony
___________
cecilGhost Writer
___________
words
are the symbols
from within
they are woven
into patterns of thought
designs of our being
touching our souls
lighting our perspectives
images of consciousness
blowing thru our minds
inciting the words
into life
to share with others
words they speak
words they tell
words to be engraved
words to be erased
our utterances
rely upon the word
in the beginning
the silence
stirred by desire
to live
thru words
creating our deeds
our needs
fulfilling self
to bloom
to perfume
in the garden
of existence
exposing the spirit
the word
is moved
by the winds
of inspiration
to give / to take
in balance
for inner harmony
___________
Good thing I save them. At my age I prefer to look forward as much as I'm possible. Dylan's 'Don't Look Back' is a contemplative exercise for me. 
