Threshold diary: World of words

Out of stillness, a poem appeared.

A pen, a word, a thought, a gift
Endless perils of my soul
Haunting ghosts, poetic rift
To make the world feel whole

A rhyme, a jest, a game, a twist
Wonders of the mind
To break through concept’s clouding mist
And feel the world is kind

Riddles and rhymes, philosophy’s mines
Digging for the gold
Fancy frameworks, clarity shines
At nothing to behold

A magic sound, to make the world
A word to spawn all life
Vibrations causing resonance
The dance of love and strife