Hidden Meaning

The pages we stare into deepens passed the very words on the page, like passing through a glass layer that holds the words and entering into the abyss of their world in which they create. The words, phrases, sentences and paragraphs hold the depths of their meaning in their infinite combinations.

Being sucked into the bowels of the pages where the mind and the words work together to show the vibrant colours, vast environments, elaborate relationships, narrow darknesses, and devastating emotions.

Holding the entirety of the universe between their pages, books are one of the most powerful things in the world, honing language and exploiting imagination; the powers of our minds. Thinking of our heads and the brain within them, we know that is not all that there is.

​Another world, like a fourth dimension as a tesseract lies, waiting for our wandering. Within the three dimensions, perhaps there is a fourth like zooming in, disappearing and gaining the ability to travel anywhere. As we read we travel to wherever the author wishes to take us. Our minds capable to keep up in flight.

“Reading poetry”, for example, “allows one to see into the soul of another person, see what is weighing on their minds and on their hearts…” (Kim Barkley. Writer’s Digest). These normal everyday words come together to hold deep and intimate meaning only found if dug through and cared for.​

 

The ground crests and folds like the sea. Soft and rough resembling the life we are guaranteed. 
The forest in night, skeleton keys make. Seeking to claw heaven’s vault as we pass the nightscape. 
Millions of eyes that glare down from the dome. A cloud of witness survey us in their previous home. 
Seeming to show a hidden meaning beyond the veil of this world. Reality convinces of the spectacle of the grained and pearled.