A thought comes dashing in from nothingness,
I catch it, I feel it and I throw it back to nether.
It comes back again, it's more evolved this time.
It tries to make a bond and explore us further.
I say hi! It tries to go away but I hold it tight.
I want to talk to you; as I slowly try to tether.
It keeps bouncing all around; stay with me!
I beckon at first; then I shout, "come hither".
It's broken now, but eyes open and astound.
I say don't worry; "all your pieces I'll gather".
It's a simple idea that came to me when I had finished watching Cate Blanchett's interview. She talks about dance as when "language is dispensed and distilled down to a gesture". In a way I feel thinking is dancing with thought(s). An idea knocks at the door, you let it come in and you form a relationship with it.
You hold hands, dance together and probably end up taking it with you to a private corner of your mind. It could turn out to be a tiresome and prolonged or it could be time passing by when travelling faster than the speed of light.
The image is of American poet Ruth Stone whose process of writing was eloquently described by Elizabeth Gilbert in her TED talk.
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