Poem
Saturday, 05 August 2016

Francis Pedraza
Dec 16, 2018 · 1 min read

All this is just therapy for the complicated mind.
To know what the simple intuit.

I am ready to teach.
Who is ready to learn?

The Insanity.
The chains of mind.

Words are redundant.
Explaining what already is.

The Simple are
waiting for The Wise
to join them
at the Feast,
and Dance.

I don’t need to enlighten others.
Unless they ask.
I don’t need to teach.
Unless they ask.

Complicated minds need complicated answers.
But simple minds don’t.
Let them be.

Rhetoric comes from the very wise, too.
It is simpler than logic.
Expresses logic.
Poetry of logic.

If Logic is math,
Rhetoric is poetry.

Explosions: Poetry

Every poem, an explosion. Spirit moves through all beings who let it. Move through me!

Francis Pedraza

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Is spirit moving?

Explosions: Poetry

Every poem, an explosion. Spirit moves through all beings who let it. Move through me!

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