Thinkers
Every word a love letterTo the life that breathes
And the mind dance
Between.
We met on the pages
And line by line
Shape by shape
A thousand little symbols
In the texts we make
Bewitching the imagination
And sending us spinning
In and out of the mental library
Back and forth along the thread
Fingers typing
Letters penned
A button to click
I'm ready to send
Winging ideas between us
Each word a texture
Each thought an invitation
Each mind a creator (within worlds)
Each brain a new terrain
Sensitive to texture
The rhythm and the meaning
Words hold the conversation
The moment and the intention
But I am marked not by
The word
But by the movement
And the moments
Which traced back through
Time marked the meeting
(We)
Feeling and thinking
And weaving.
The craft evolves
Bringing soul with it
And there I am fed
By the stories of our lives
Which carry the mystery
On and through
And by the name.
Poetry by Maija Liepins
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Written on 2017-01-31 at 06:27
Tags Friendship  Writing  Thought 
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