A Thought- Just A Dot?

Thought is but a dot in the fabric of time,

How powerful can a dot be?

Thought is but a whisper in the din of space,

How loud can a whisper be?

But why won't it fade, why wont it get drowned?

Why is it an indelible stain that spreads unchecked?

Why does it linger in the air long after the sunset?

When the questions galore filled my mind,

I looked within to see what I could find.

Where does the thought start? What is its path?

Its ferocious energy can spark a revolution,

Yet its deep empathy can light an inspiration?

As I searched, I found a seed, an egg and a bird.

 

A thought is a seed waiting to find its tree,

It feeds on the ground left fertile by feelings,

Taking its shape and form with what is there,

Feelings that fleet away letting the thoughts linger.

A thought is a bird hidden in its egg,

It looks for sustenance within to grow stronger,

To survive for his a stint in the world beyond

Sucking its energy from the nebulous yolk.

 A thought is a chick trying to find its flight,

And when it breaks free to find its own wings,

Growing in power, confidence and strength,

You have no power to harness it anymore

 I looked mesmerized at this sight,

How many thoughts have I frittered away,

Thinking they were trivial!

How many thoughts have I fought about,

Not realizing that they were trivial!

Every thought feeds the other,

It can create a monument or a monster.

Thought is but a dot in the fabric of time,

That has the power to turn this world of mine.