all is evanescent

i am a person who is always thinking -

          always

usually they are meaningless, trivial,
   not well thought out

but sometimes they are more

particularly when i have a stint of time
    with no distractions;
  like laying waiting for sleep,
   or just laying waiting for nothing particular
 like being alone surrounded by nature
   or alone surrounded by a crowd

these are the times
 when the epic, most profound thoughts
     ebb through my mind
 the currents that are truly soul-reflecting
    but they are just momentary
   once i recognize the significance
      the thoughts is already gone,
              forgotten forever

most of these lost thoughts
 are eloquent sentences
words chosen and arranged by the soul
   to reflect its own spirit,
just using my mind as a medium of expression

i long to record them, on paper, tape,
   anything

so i can cherish them forever,

but i can never achieve that memory,
my soul refuses to be captured

so i end up writing, taping, drawing, etc..
trivial things that are as inaccurate,
  as they are unimportant

expressions on paper are always different
  from those in the mind

at least for me.

*from Brasil journal. Aug 2007.