John Prophet

Floating

 

Floating

I float.

I float

through

existence.

Watching things

floating by.

Swirling currents

move,

move

me along.

Dream like

I observe

what seems

to be.

Accepting

what I see?

Wondering.

Wondering

if deeper

realities

are in play?

Wondering

how

I came

to be?

Wondering

why

I came

to be?

Answers

elusive,

never to be.

I float forward,

forward to

conclusion

 

Comments3

  • Thoughts In Time

    Yes we float without knowing yet needing to accept and just be what we are ..here and now...many thoughts I’ve thoughts with regards to your words here...🌹

  • FredPeyer

    Nice picture to go with the poem. As an old guy I know the wondering never stops! It may not even stop at conclusion.

    • John Prophet

      Hi Fred,
      As an old guy myself not as caught up in the trivialities I wonder what is this place?

      JP

    • Goldfinch60

      Never stop wondering, there is so much out the for which to enjoy.

      • John Prophet

        Hi GF

        Thank you. You are of course correct. This whole existence thing is mind blowing if you look through the vail.

        JG



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