Thursday, August 15, 2019

Listen

In the beginning was the Word
and the Word was spoken, heard,
recalled, remembered, forgotten,
added to
              forever changing its form
though the meaning forever the same
first entering through ear
and then into the heart and soul
and body
              and then another word
added and so context was born
and its twins of rhythm and rhyme
and the ability to recall more
than a single word
                             and so the explosion,
birth of language stories were 
created
            and reality took on its
true double-entendre meaning
as Imagination and Metaphor
spawned contemplation because
the Word fluid was heard, said,
altered to match experience 
in its ever-changing, always new
way of being
                       and the Word was spoken,
heard, repeated for thousands
of years
                before the written word
did what iit has done --
In the beginning was the Word!
Word without end.

-Byron Hoot

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