Sometimes it just feels right.
Not to talk, don’t say a word, not a sound, even just a hum!
For it seems though we spend so much time trying to pass across what we feel with words
The message seems to be silent when it gets to the listener’s doorstep.
So just don’t say a word
And let the message finally get, not to the listener;
To whom so ever it may interest to know!
And damn it feels so so right!
Not to do a thing, move a limb, blink a wink, stretch cheekbones, show no mandibles.
For our entire lives we try to “action” our words so they go out “louder”, clearer.
We try to prove what sometimes the world might already know, but just too blind to see.
Or,
Perhaps! Too beaten to admit.
So I beseech. Do not move.
And let’s hope (or maybe not), that this inaction will be the greatest action,
Which the world would readily, if possible clearly understand and accept,
To be true.
Eden…
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TALES OF EDEN
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