by Unknown
Aug 2010 414 Views 3 comments
The Word
A sacred totem of humanity
The beauty of our nature
And exaltation of our pride
For we are exalted by word
And so therby our we degraded
When asked of the first word
"I" i said
And of the last?
"Hu" i replied
For one received form
And the other dissolved form
Full of compassion
And full of spite
Power to create
And power to destroy
Yet a malign we live by
The beauty of our nature
And exaltation of our pride
For we are exalted by word
And so therby our we degraded
When asked of the first word
"I" i said
And of the last?
"Hu" i replied
For one received form
And the other dissolved form
Full of compassion
And full of spite
Power to create
And power to destroy
Yet a malign we live by
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Posted: Aug 2010
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Comments (3)
Words, the precursors of change, for compassion or spite. They are tools of our invention; so, we decide the world we build, one word at a time. Thank you for sharing.