I actually wrote this in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. Needless to say, I found it interesting.
You ask me what reality is:
It is the chime of a thousand winds. The fall of a million snowflakes. The glow of a Billion stars. The revolution of a single wheel.
You ask me what OUR reality is:
It is the screaming of thousand voices. The wailing of a million bullets. The beat of a billion hearts. The product of a single illusion.
The hearts pulsating quest, often bends, and contorts its nature; falling past the point of spiritual, and finding mortality in the materiel. Most of us have lost ourselves in some way or another:
Fleeing down beaten paths, hailing it original. Justifying our delusions, our ideas peppered in logic.
It could be said, that true self is focusing on a singularity. Invoking deafening silence, accepting tranquility. Defining what you want, where you want to be.
Creating rather than finding. Living rather than surviving. Ethereal rather than eternal.
A good write up showing reality with the eyes of "me" & "our".
I liked this line a lot "falling past the point of spiritual, and finding mortality in the materiel".
The ending is superb too
"Creating rather than finding.
Living rather than surviving.
Ethereal rather than eternal".
in respect to focusing on a singularity, buddists believe when the mind is disturbed, the multiplicity of things is produced, but when the mind is quieted, the multiplicity of things disappears
Fleeing down beaten paths, hailing it original.
We are always our own worst critic, how can we learn if we do not pay attention to the words of others
I like this piece, similar themes to my own writing, we think along the same lines, food for thought
It's been five years, since I've put thoughts to words. Alas, the dam has finally broken.
Wow have things changed quite a bit, I'm looking forward to being a part of this community again. So much t.. more..