March 4, 2009

• Thoughts on Minds, Beauty

  The world is a warehouse of molds,

  each which we spend some time around,

  each slightly shaping our minds.

  We must be careful how we shape them.

  This we discover when we meet someone beautiful.

  How can an idea be so beautiful? And have a name as well? 

  And talk to me? And love me?

  Such a wonderful mystery to be caught up into.

  And our ideas are very fragile things, in a large world

  with many combinations of events that could shatter any of them.

  We must be careful. 

  But ought we?

  For the best idea would be the one which never shattered,

  no matter how many different worlds you put it through.

  All the combinations, and this idea was the best.

  A person is a wonderful melody, a song which starts every time they talk.

  To be around them, to see them, to think of what they are. 

  You’ve been places, thought things there, said some of them, and continued on.

  All along, always thinking and reacting, hoping to become something worthwhile.

  It took your whole past to become who you are in the present,

  but now you’re here with me, and I think you are beautiful.

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