From
A certain
Point of view,
Ideas are just ideas
But also
They are
The very stuff
Of life;
They are
Like the blooming
Of many coloured
Flowers in the desert,
Lasting for only
A very short time;
Nevertheless,
They leave their mark,
In the form of
Seeds and fruit,
Which fall to the ground
Or are gratefully consumed;
The many creatures
Of the parched sands
Relying upon them
For sustenance
And, in turn,
Offering fertilizer
To these same plants,
Which then reproduce again.
And so,
The flow of ideas is renewed,
Keeps returning, churning,
Burning, like the desert sands.
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