Think-in Images of Words Thought-out

I am a word, a symbol of an image,

expressed by me,

through the long and short of sound,

the curved and straight of lines, I deliver.

I have a purpose, animated motives -

meaning, thought and emotion.

Like oxygen or movement of the ocean,

the want, the need -

vital, transparent, intangible but reliable.

Now, Imagine life without Words...

Like energy, language can not be forged,

neither can it be created nor destroyed,

but rather here, only transformed...

Just as vibrations of the energy in our soul,

host power like the tides that roll,

express our channels, erupt in color;

My mere existence is all but held in wonder.

As water to the seed or sun to the tree,

without Me, You wouldn't, just couldn't be seen.

I feel so powerful, I know You need Me.

This image creates a burning desire.

Desire to express; Fuse ignited,

flame exerting to explosion and delighted.

Compelled thinking, causing action...

My action to result in appearance,

an image of permanence in existence.

I'm a vessel, a servant of Flame's desire,

where Your thought is my whole empire.

Portrait lost, wandering about oblivion,

encapsulated in this glass pavilion.

My influence and composition

harness power in this position,

to build and destroy,

but only Man may choose to employ...

... Spirit's knocking at the door,

with a purpose to explore...

Selected, Image-In. Word created here-in...

I am your only token to manifest this image, filter it through the flesh,

meshed with me this sketch has spoken.

Now your hunger to be seen is my beacon,

without you, I am weakened.

Thought-out, my only provision.

Rely on me, my sole mission.

Think- in is but imprisoned,

contained and silenced in a vision;

a soul of personality,

a stream of consciousness,

existence still unaware...

without Me, They wouldn't, just couldn't care.

Escape. Escape into reality.

But Beware.

Beware, misuse conducts calamity.

As a Genie in a bottle, you're my only notion.

Your wish my command,

I am Your magic potion, carpet ride...

an essential key to the gateway you find.

I, your only tour guide,

but You... You lead every session.

Existence is in my possession,

I allow You joy of life's expression.

I am an immortal;

agent of desire,

instrument of knowledge,

medium of wisdom,

channel of creation.

Use me, in essence I am Your only reality,

without Me, You couldn't, just wouldn't be.

Sincerely, Words Imagined