Tuesday, May 01, 2007

The 9th Symphony of the String

There is this string in the middle of a field. I saw it one day hanging down from the sky, connected to nothing, it had no end. I left it alone for maybe I thought the sky would fall and the world I lived in would be done. I came back to this string on the day after yesterday, and it seemed to speak an unheard mystery. There it hung, to nothing it clung, and so my curiosity got the best of me as my hand sought the story of the unsung.

There are no pictures to show what I saw. My hand reached out grabbing the string and my mind connected to everything, it all poured in. I left the ground and started to soar my clothes they fell and and a world is born. I wonder who else has come to this string and experienced this mystery and if it was the same. It might be a dream, thats what it would seem, but an ordinary dream is just like steam for you see it and then it rapidly flees.

There is this string in the middle of a field. I saw it one day hanging down from the sky, connected to nothing, it had no end. I can not say, for one reason or another, exactly what happens in the midst of it all, but until you reach out to take this string your soul will dream, and life will be an unheard mystery. So there it stays, even til this day, waiting for a soul to take a hold and live the unsung story for which they were made.

2 comments:

Joseph Holbrook said...

makes me think of 'string theory' in quantum mechanics...invisible strings of energy that connect us to everything else anywhere in the universe.

Will Currie said...

i havent heard of that...it sounds interesting though