The Seeker
A paper boat sails across the sky.
If you ask,
Why did it choose the sky?
Imagination knows no bounds, anyway.
His tiny hands
break through the air,
guiding the boat toward its soar.
Don’t hurt him by saying,
"You are wrong."
Everyone has the right
to define their own.
In the imagination of being found,
he believes he is an existence.
And through the form of imagination,
he is seeking guidance
that remains just barely hidden.
At the end of his soaring,
a wrapping of void is then given meaning,
God, the figure he is quietly seeking.
David RL Moore
Sat 28th Jun 2025 07:10
Hi Yanma,
I thought it was time to pay you a visit.
Our imaginations are our creators, at least in some cases they can be.
Who are we to deny our own or anothers imagination?
Historically many of those who have indulged their imagination have led themselves and multitudes to some kind of salvaton. Specifically in the fields of medicine and the arts, the great philosophers and those who simply imagine our lives could be better who then pursue their imaginings into reality.
Too many of us deny ourselves the opportunity to realise our imaginings, I find that such a waste.
A great poem to provoke some thought.
David RL Moore