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 flip some pages

In front of me.

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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!