11.19.2003 :::
Dmeifsifnoirttiuonne
How simple and magnificent,
The symbols that read our minds.
They portray our ideas and feelings,
And the holy truth it finds.
We may search ancient texts,
Our friends, we don't gather words.
But ideas, for words are these,
Together with nature, stirred.
For now, what we judge together,
Are not bad symbols, but ideas,
For those indeed are plentiful,
Set to sail on ocean breezes.
::: posted by Matthew at 8:11 PM
