Poem -

Whose Reality

Whose Reality

Reality.
Whose
reality?
Perspective,
observation.
Creation
invisible.
Human
point of
view,
perception 
shackled,
limited.
Blinders
to a
larger place.
Size, shape
texture
beyond
human grasp.
Spinning
in a box.
Limited
assets.
Narrow means.
Veils layered
in place.
Blinding,
limiting view.
Fathoming
all.
True reality.
True
understanding
as it
stands.
Beyond
reach.

 

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Marion

Again...Great write. Are we not...each one of us...just a collection of other people's thoughts and opinions. Even free thinkers and great icons can only ever really form.opinions out of ideas that have already been said written or thought by someone else. Can we not only ever form opinions on the basis of the facts we know...mostly those facts presented by another? Is anything ever the truth John given that truth comes from individual perspective? Even an actual fact like a brick falling on someones head...one person saw it fall but not land ...another person saw it land but did not see it fall, it might have been thrown...one person saw it fall and land but whose to say he is telling the truth? The only truth is that someone's head was smashed open...yea...I'm in one if them lol...x

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John Prophet

Hi MP,
you’re right, truth is in the eye of the beholder.
Most of todays truths are built on the back
of ignorance. Thanks for your thoughtful reply.
JP

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