Poiesis

 

Poiesis*

Where does the poetry come from,
what is its stem?
Where do words go
when there's no one to say them?

Who will read me
when i am no longer there?
Does anybody know,
does anyone even care?

What will come out,
when there's nothing left inside?
How can i speak to You
when i have nothing more to hide?

Can one name
the structure of existence?
How to write a declaration
of interdependence?

Is there an Intelligence
that is more than artificial?
That makes real sense,
and not superficial?

Is there a meaning
to creation?
Or is this a mere figment
of my imagination?

 

* Classical Greek for 'creation', 'artistic creation', 'poem' 

This little poem was inspired by Thich Nhat Hanh's teachings on Interbeing and Buddhist psychology.