Everything I know is wrong
My limited vision
My misguided beliefs
My prejudiced point of view
My exaggerated sense of power
My empty purpose
There are no facts
The only anchor, my feelings
What are emotions?
Tied to time
They are waves of the moment
Tides of the day
They come and go
Rise and fall
Push and pull
Covering one’s surface
They dive to the foundation of the soul
Distorting the image of all that’s under them
Moving and molding what they touch
That undulating liquid
That constantly changes shape
Difficult to hold
Although necessary for life
It can also take it
But then life itself is not only a mystery
But an illusion
A dream
An extension of consciousness
And what is that
All that I am
Or rather all that exists
A storm built of innumerable forces
Seen only in part
An atom in the engine of the universe
Too small to detect
By definition
Joined in synchrony with every other part
But alone, solitary, isolated
Once again everything and nothing
In this form
A glimmer in the night
Creation’s transitory spark
Here then gone
Changed
A mere reflection of an illusion
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
stunning words, beautiful reflection.
Thank you very much for your comment and review
"Creation’s transitory spark.... Here then gone" Perhaps, but unique, beautiful, a reflection of the creative process that sustains the universe. Absolutely wonderful words!
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