earth ground soil

the lake of my being in stillness
my thoughts are lifted and dragged to the sea
i am enveloped in grey clouds
in white clouds
until the pale blue is revealed

rising vapors form walls
the horizon runs to an end

in a temple of nature
in pairs
in solitude
in longing
in catharsis
in science

no longer tied in electrical impulses
the air is empty of unfinished conversations
only silence remains
and a thought that rows unhurried
on the sea of our presence

Thales of Miletus has been considered by many as the first philosopher of the western tradition. To Thales the primal element of all, arkhé, was water. I float on the land of your thoughts, Thales.