Ripples of the Fifth

27 Aug 2016

Mental Journey
A pond exists firmly within the box
It is pinged here and there
And ripples flow, combine and pass through,
Painting pictures of the world

A child sits on a ledge, firmly outside the box,
He creates beautiful stones with his view
But as he casts them toward the far away box
As they cross into the four dimensions of reality
They fade from his sight, and are lost to him.

He tells himself, he doesn’t need to know,
That he threw his stone the best he could
Tells himself, he’s happy with his effort,
But is it the truth!

If none of his stones enter the water,
If, for all his efforts, he makes no ripples
	In the great pond he looks upon,	
Has he really done enough!

Only time will tell.
Ironically, the one who can see
In his mind, endless amounts of time,
Cannot have enough in his mortal essence,
To see where his stones’ journeys takes them

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