(a poem i wrote, i feel you might feel The Foundation of Reality. I really dont know what is this? This all that they call existence. From the space between Atoms of granite, To the suns that beam And animate planets. I really dont know what this is. Where were we before we were born? When our souls hadnt bodily form. Remember a warning proceeding our birth? That wed be here in these bodies existing on this earth. So where were we before we were born? Truth is only what is believed. Within the realm of what is perceived. Think of the fish thats blind in a cave. Only knowing freedom that its slavery gave. Illusion is truth if believed. So after death, where will we go? I guess Im settled that in life ill never know. As a child when we realized that we were alive. Was it at this time that we realized we die? This lifes a moment and then we must go. As a message, to you, i send this. And echo eternity endless. As a runner to another, that passes a baton, These words i givell live past the time im gone. So with ellipsis, im ending, this sentence. -Tim Hale.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 01:41:36 +0000