These Curious Hands
These Curious Hands
The world is not a mystery, my friends.
It is an enigma waiting to be unwrapped from its riddle
A safe anticipating its own combination.
To open and reveal what has been safely locked away since before time Began.
The puzzle patiently poised for its pieces to coincide
With your hands.
To fill the gaps they were carefully carved to fit.
Together.
The question is not who made the world we each live in
The question is who made the hands that fit the world together,
In anticipation of our futile and yet eternal curiosity.
igorgoldkind
The Poesie of Igor Goldkind – Reciting Truth to Power 
Love it! So vast in its wisdom.
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February 26, 2018 at 2:20 pm
Thank you! You might like my Haiku:
Watching the full moon
at night,
floating beyond the dark skies,
I knew myself completely,
no parts left out.
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March 13, 2018 at 7:54 pm
Beautiful! ❤
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March 14, 2018 at 5:26 am