the universe,
the nature,
the creature, and their
caricature dance.
the butterfly fly, and roam the sky
the deer hop and dance across the prairie
the trees sprout and grow.
there is no question to be raised, it is done
there is no meaning to be deciphered, it is there
what is to sow?
just fly, dance, grow, and be.
the mind counters and makes it's pronouncement:
in flying, dancing, and growing lies the meaning.
the nature responds: the universe is not for the conceptual game
the universe is what it is, the nature in it's purest form to be.
there are no questions,
and there are no meanings to be usurp.
the nature is a place to be.
it is what it is is the meaning,
the mind displays it's profundity as it swings and dings.
the nature moves on...............
the meandering streams continue their flow
ocean's tide come and go
the moon shines the sun's glow.
there are no questions.
there are no meanings.
it is what it is a nature, and it's flow and the glow.
it is the flow that is the glow,
the mind renders the meaning,
the "profound" meaning?.
the nature moves on.
leaving behind the serpents
the serpents queer, streak,
move, hiss, coral, and strike to fill the belly.
the mind sees and sneers, and makes the pronouncement.
there is the meaning: coral, strike, and fill the belly.
the mind has been stringing with the unending questions,
the meanings, and the renderings ever since in it's
corralling, striking, and filling the belly.
the purpose is sermonized, and sanctified.
the missions are created.
the waring men and women have marched.
the endeavors are resurrected.
the minds renditions are displayed.
the minds games are played
to fill the belly, and it's need
the serpent's need
the unending need
there is no profundity
just the need
to fill
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