Poem -

Receiver

Receiver


Receiver.
Where’s
existence?
Self.
Where’s
self?
Mirrored
reflection.
Am I what
I see?
External
construct,
locomotive.
Mechanical.
Is that
all I am?
Is that
really me?
Inside.
Blood.
Bones.
Organs.
Is that
where
I reside?
Behind
the eyes.
Is that
home,
where
my essence
holes up?
Nerves
synapse
grey matter.
Is that
how I
tick?
Where
am I?
Do
I live
out there?
Another
realm reside?
Essence,
spirit,
flowing
there to
here.
Mirrors
reflection
just a
receiver?
Being
animated
from afar.
Spirit,
signal
flowing
in then
flowing
on
when
the receiver
breaks
down.
Could be!

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Being Me

Very interesting! What makes us 'us'?  Are we just vessels for some extraordinary puppeteer? Are we our minds or our hearts? Are we both or neither? What a pondering. Great little poem x

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author
E.J. Waling

Thanks BM,
since we do not know what’s possible. Anything is possible.
Thank you for reading.
JP

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