This elephant was carved from a single piece of stone, with her baby inside, as a gift to me in India.
Thoughts are mysterious,
Reality before birth,
Energy of emotions,
Feelings in colors,
A doorway into life.
A door swings both ways,
Ideas travel to the world,
Yet our hearts can travel through,
To places we have never been,
Experiencing things beyond our grasp.
Places which we have never been,
Music which we have never heard,
Become worlds we can explore,
New shores where we can stand,
Through the doorway of words.
We take hold of the familiar,
The branching of a tree,
The soaring of a bird,
To make analogies to share,
What no eyes have never seen.
Time becomes an illusion,
In the continuum of words,
The past and the future join,
For only the moment is real,
As souls meet across the ages.
Words become our gift,
Igniting fire in other hearts,
Removing boundaries of imagination,
Extending vision of the heart,
We create life within life.
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