The spoken word

It started out as an idea, seeded by thought;
the idea was nurtured by wonder,
soon, the idea became uncontrollable,
then, in a violent explosion
the idea passed into words
and the words became real
thus creating,
one small star.

The word did not cease there,
too long has the idea been silently contained,
too big has it grown to be stopped by one small creation,
one puny star.
So onward came the word still,
speaking rapidly,
speaking loud.

The one star,
from the ceaselessness of the word, expanded a thousand times in size
and burst forth
fragmenting into a million pieces
and the pieces spread far and wide in an attempt to escape
the spoken word least they suffer
their father star's fate.
To the farthest reaches of infinity they fled,
high and low they sought for refuge,
but the word found them quick
and trapped them in their place.

For centuries spoke the word,
many stars suffered the fate of their father
thus creating offspring of their own,
some stars just faded out of existence
while others clung greedily to the word,
feeding off it,
learning from it
using it to live;
those stars became fiery hot with knowledge.

Suddenly, the word ceased
and silence filled all;
some of those which became fiery hot with knowledge
cooled from loneliness
while few,
desperate to survive the deathly silence,
gathered amongst themselves
thousands of listeners and started repeating the word.

Many of the listeners in each group
still found the need to hear the word repeatedly
and circled the speaker continuously.
Some circled close
as to hear the word often,
others kept a distance
in order to ponder the word a while
before drawing near to hear it again.

A few of the listeners,
so full of the word,
began to polish and change,
creating within themselves
a spark of light,
within this light
held the meaning of the word,
and the meaning of the word
is life.