Ideas

Sat, 10/04/2014 - 10:44 -- AlexEm

It is not something easily grasped.

There is no purchase to be held on to,

Not a divet or crook.

Not the smallest form of tangibility.

Yet it can be felt.

It can touch but it can't be touched.

It is not something that exists on the physical plane,

That we have grown accustomed to.

It is an idea.

Every thing starts with an idea.

The most pleasurable experiences, 

The greatest things in this life,

They all started as ideas.

We are characters of the physical plane.

We don't feel the idea.

But it still touches us.

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