-Such a variable term
“This is true”
“This is false”
It seems we can never agree
And yet,
Truth is relative.
True to who?
False for what?
No wonder we can never agree.
We are all right,
All things are true
-even those which are false
Truth
-Such a variable term “This is true” “This is false” It seems we can never agree And yet, Truth is relative. True to who? False for what? No wonder we can never agree. We are all right, All things are true -even those which are false
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Perception
The world is changing Or is it? We see not what is But what has been For many The past is their only reality Until they can see It is not what they are But what they have been And step from the mould Into the formlessness Beyond Layer Under Layer
Layer under layer Mask under mask Who knows what the future holds? Current expectations hold only the empty promises Of human reasoning And thought. What appears true now May only show its worth in days to come. Remember: every truth tomorrow Is a lie made yesterday Behind the Curtain
So many other worlds Just one hair’s breadth away Whisper tales to me Of things they’d never say Lives we’ve never lived, A forgotten mystery. What if? You ask- The answer unheard. Who knows what joys -and wonders untold - Await in those worlds Just behind time’s fold. They seem wondrous to us- Such a mystery they are. And yet, our world is real too And a mystery to them -those who dwell behind the curtain That miraculous wonder that we find In their worlds, Is the same mystery That they find in ours Truth’s Arrow
Who knows what is real And what is not? This whole ‘reality’ Could really be but A clever ruse -And us the unknowing Participants And yet, Does it really matter? Much is real that we don’t see -atoms, Pluto, the hot glowing center of the Earth- What difference would it make if Something we thought True Turned false? Lies only harm when broken The truth only hurts when told Awakening
Dawn breaks A flash of light on the dark horizon Greets the day We turn, muttering In our sleep From the light. Away from that which we feat the most And yet so badly need -an awakening Dreaming – a note on subjective reality
We are dreaming? Is this world but a construct Of eternal minds To occupy one cosmic night? A descent into madness Perhaps Or something more. For what is reality -flexible, uncertain (The world is flat, after all) But one gigantic, vivid dream? Something More
All those little things -tiny, smaller than you see The smell of chlorine gas The feeling of moist wind All those little things The specific details, such As the sound of bugs Or the shade of a bloom That pale colour of the sky And the way this air clings to my skin Yes, All those little things That no one ever sees Add up, as the waves upon the shore Stretch out to form an ocean So, too Do these Seemingly unknown things Add up to something more Smile
Smile In a world such as this, How can you not? Amidst such beauty As the world can give We make such problems. Do we need to be busy? Running after a solution We all have But do not want? Or are we really still blind To the realities Of our realities? Smile As two worlds coexist Each unknowing But always seeking The same thing – A smile Sunglasses
Tinted Lenses Windows of gold hide eyes wide with visions of a world beyond A choice; To see the world clearly- Edges and boundaries? Or to see the beauty of a sunset- Orange and red? Why must we compromise our sanity For the sake of truth? |
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