Imagination

Imagination is the root of all things,

Without it the mind ceases to be.

It is the farthest depths of human capability.

Oceans of pure blue glass,

Scattered aimlessly, fragmented moments latched onto

Cocoons of unrelated shards.

Shards that mirror the pinnacle of one’s existence,

Some masked,

Some seeked,

Some left to lay untouched in the midst of the mind,

The fear of stepping on imagination is too unbearable to think.

Some fail to walk on,

The fear of feet touching the splinters of broken dreams,

Yet some waltz across it with limitless spontaneity.

The imagination is a distorted reflection of a soul’s identity,

It has no burdens, no attachments,

Merely lingers, until one abandons logic,

And sees through the barrier, until ecstasy.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Words of wisdom. Well penned...:)

[Earthy Mumma Soul]

Awesome Lady written effortlessly :) A great write for me :)