The World May Scream

Poets don’t write poems,
experiences do.
They are like tales not told
under the moonlight
Or chirped at where
birds gather leaves.
The pen honours no one
Even if you find that depth
It could be nothing that took
you there.
Then the world may scream
your name
They could keep your memory
But nothing comes close
to that unshared moment
When the spirit spills my ink
and touches some pages in
front of me.

Author’s Note: We are all running around finding the real world which is only a mental journey or realization.

Venerate ideas.

Sometimes the idea you ignore, you will find hard to recall. It’s a little punishment if you ask me.

The universe is only hard on the surface, beneath, it is a jiggling fluid.

Religion wants to monopolize God, but God disagrees.

Science is God’s argument against religion.

Who is God? The conscious universe.

Until next time,

I will be here.

– M. V. Echa

M. V. Echa

M. V. Echa

My message is the universe, my truth is the universe, and this blog contains all you need to know about the universe, from the true nature of reality to the long-sought unity of the cosmos — which is the big picture!