You know, the thing with words; you can turn it and flip it and twist it around to get the most amazing thing.

Those words,

they came from nothing.

Just got picked out of clear air,

a cluttered space,

or chaotic mess.

Maybe somewhere at the back of our mind.

Then slowly there are sentences,

a passage,

and paragraphs formed.

Something that is not previously there,

suddenly is.

Furthermore,

tangible,

spreadable.

Visible to you and I.

Whatever we created,

becomes our possession.

We are all magicians.

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and I'm glad that these words are formed the way they are:

When you feel touched,

you
unintentionally
make yourself smaller
because
the impression is so
big.
Your soul gets
skimped
like a sponge
and then there are
tears.

(Rudolf Steiner)

via loveology.