I write the words that come into my head....How many will i write before i am dead...And after im gone will they be read...And did they all mean might well be said....Word after word comes spilling out...Some with meaning and some without...And i often wish pen and paper would run out...And the words in my head would no longer spill out....jw
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
why do i have so many words in my head what purpose in my life do they have??
There's plenty room in your head Tiswas for endless thoughts expressed to your self in words. I have wondered how did we think before we had speech? Did we think in concepts or what? A philosophical question worth pondering on. Also - is meditating the attempt to think without words, as in some forms of meditation you are given a word that has no meaning to chant.
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