Fabrication
What do you see when you look all around?
Life
or is it death in waiting?
What do you hear when you listen to the sound?
Laughter
or is it perhaps your mind is crying?
What do you feel when you touch the ground?
Fire so cold
Ice so hot
What do your senses say they’ve found?
For now They know not
Or why
It Pains you, your desires
What do you know?
These Emotions
Are they?
Or are they hallowed words and meaningless songs
What is real?
This Illusion
Is it?
Or is it as clear as the vision of the mind
What is truth?
This Reality
Is it?
Or is it the fabrication of time
They do not understand that the all-One, conflicting in itself, is identical with itself: “conflicting harmony” as in the bow and in the lyre.
We go into the same river, and yet not in the same; “it is we and it is not we.”
One and the same manifests itself in things as living and dead, waking and sleeping, young and old.
Heraclitus
Thank you for sharing this beautiful work here Pierre
It is what we create.
Thats the most significant truth we can get…
Very profound philosophical questions…
Have a great day, my friend.
Cyrus
You too Cyrus, thank you
Now is truth.
Nice piece.
Mossy!!!! Thank you
Hope these thoughts help fit the puzzle.
It can be odd to be alone in consciousness. I, we, are light, stardust, time, a part of an infinite NOW, yet I can feel alone and detached.
We exist in elements of separation, perhaps amidst my own myopia and ignorance. All life we know, except maybe some bacteria and such in some definitions, live off of death, in the subjective.
Yet here is a vast and all encompassing inclusive we each owe our lives to. It continues even after I am gone from earth. What I really am continues in this Great Spirit.
It is my belief, my hope, even my sacred trust, that my life’s subjective component in experience will not be my only focus point in being. I will not only look inward, letting those assumptions of my bodies place be the judge of me.
I will look toward horizons. I will be in awe of Creation. I will be grateful for having this chance to be one point amidst an infinite Being.
Thanks Enreal for your always intriguing post.
You honor me with your thoughts and your words Benafia!
awesome..been a long time since I came here , but wow! The inspiration I need
If only choices weren’t the inevitable ,
Then the parallel line would bend to meet .
If only those that do meet , don’t digress ,
we wouldn’t need to choose between east and west .
To carve an angle or a demon ,
TO say good or evil ,
If only we could see beyond this sight’s reach ,
We might need the pain to resemble ,
The joy (which is the right decibel) .
Yet a pseudo by frame and misnomer by name ,
Everything is an illusion , dires of fate?
Or is it reality , baseless and paintless,
Perceived as nothing , but the master of everything ?
dark and light are eye’s right to choose ,
And since they never meet there can never be a grey truce .
Yet the grey does exist ,
A carcass result of opposites?
Vishesh… a philosopher in the making… or perhaps we are there early? Your insights are profound, thank you for gracing my pages with your work
“Or are they hallowed words and meaningless songs”
I love this line….speaks volumes to my mind of late!
We hear what we need to… when and where it is meant to be, remember this DumaKey… Life is more than we can imagine… its purpose is shadowed till the end… accept this and think on it… when you have found its true meaning, you will be at peace… I hope this is soon… Blessing from me to you… Blessings and light
Beautiful, mind evoking questions as always, Enreal. I must agree with Tobme, it is what we create. PLL, C.
Cordie… indeed you see the truth. Thank you my friend
It has really shaken me, made me to think hard!! thanks dear! I am finding myself in the same situation.
Neilina… as I have said to DumaKey…. I mirror to you… we all have the answers we need… it is in time and readiness we find the solutions… Blessings on your journey
i would say its as clear as the vision of the mind, if we would care to trust it
… lovely 
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Always trust MM~ thank you my friend