Sunday, 11 March 2012

Suspended Reality (for Sunday Scribblings)


When I suspend my beliefs for just a moment
Let go of what I grasp at as real
I enter the space beyond the stories
The gap where past and future don’t exist
And dwelling in that concept-less abyss
Allows me to see clearly
What my true nature is

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6 comments:

  1. Old Egg11 March 2012 at 17:40

    You are lucky, I can never work out what my true nature is! As for dwelling in a concept-less abyss I would find that depressing. This piece gives much food for thought.

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  2. Josie Two Shoes11 March 2012 at 22:00

    I love the concept of suspending belief and what we believe is real... only then can we truly know what might be. Excellent piece!

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  3. Rinkly Rimes12 March 2012 at 15:38

    'The space beyond stories'.... I love that concept, although I can't imagine it.

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  4. Ragnhild12 March 2012 at 19:44

    Finding ones true nature is an incredible gift, such a lovely poem :)

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  5. Archna Sharma13 March 2012 at 00:49

    Without this type of suspension, I'd imagine that life might pose a number of limits. I love the thought of entering the space beyond what is set in stone. :)

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  6. Flying Monkey18 March 2012 at 18:31

    Thank you for stopping by and commenting. Your thoughts and encouragement are as always much appreciated :-)

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