Mere Words
Sometimes these words fail to convey a true experience
And their precision strikes as a blunt blade
Unable to pierce down deeply into that . . .
That which turns beneath his chest
That which pulls at his bones
That which hides in the cornered, obsidian shadows
Cast long by a mind locked tightly inside a fragile skull
With a hidden universe of memories and concepts looking out through a lens
Gazing through glass at . . . something he can’t really describe with mere words
© Mike Yost
The Mind is a Mirror
Reality whirls with images
Dancing shadows of sound and color
Shaping the illusion of separations
Like shattered glass
Carving out concepts
Flung upon the mirror’s surface
Reflecting back on the self
Veiling its true nature
Photographs and Word Scribbles copyright Mike Yost 2017
Luna
Captured this wonderful shot of our lunar neighbor.
Floating almost 240,000 miles away,
She decided to smile on me that night.
I sometimes forget that space is engulfed with light,
Brimming from the edges of the sun and other stars.
But we are only witness to this light when it strikes an object,
A surface that yanks the light out of that deep darkness,
Flinging it out onto the face of the Earth,
Onto the face of our eyes,
Onto the face of our thoughts.
To contemplate such a tiny fragment in this vast awe that surrounds us!
What other mysteries hide quietly beneath the surface of space?
What other wonders hide patiently under the surface of contemplation?
Photograph and Word Scribbles copyright Mike Yost 2017
