even the word beauty <br />and the words truth <br />and life and soul are not enough <br />(and no matter what word, idea or concept <br />no matter how sublime, how elevated): <br />and so all poetry may be <br />but an illusion, <br />an image, a mere consolation, <br />a running away from what actually is… <br />not wanting or not able to face what is <br />we dabble with words and memory and image... <br />and the word is not the thing either <br />and even the things <br />are what we might have wished for, <br />what the human mind rather have <br />what the mind brings into existence by repetition <br />and tradition <br />and may not actually exist independently… <br />all one has left is what actually goes on in one’s mind<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-the-word-beauty/
