Burn These Pages - Poem

"Brevity may be the soul of wit, but destruction is the soul of poetry..." This short poem will help ground you in the present moment by highlighting the inherent beauty of natures majesty, contrasting it against the hubris of an artists attempt to capture a fraction of its beauty upon the page.

Transcript

Brevity may be the soul of wit,

But destruction is the soul of poetry.

Observe.

In your hands you hold nature's majesty,

Reduced to mere sheets of dead wood,

Marked by the transient thoughts of one blind to the moment,

Hoping to inspire a fraction of the awe that its life once gave.

Burn these pages,

And feel the flames as they touch your soul deeper than any collection of words ever could.

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