Original eyes
An original pair.
Born.
Free to see. Witness.
But at every step.
Doomed in a cage.
A pack of damned perception.
Trained the balls
To be trapped in the false
Image of the past.
Nothing to discard.
Nothing to cast.
Patterns of beliefs
Blindly return,
Recycle in years.
Horizons and stars
Beasts and bees
In mountains and seas.
we dream the past when we’re awake and sleep throughout the now as I said in the Chosen Dummies
the eyes may be one of the reasons.
some sort of optical lagging.
Sorry for the delay in replying. Thank you for reading and commenting. I will go and read Chosen Dummies.
I will watch Coherence for sure… From YouTube? Could you send me the link please…
Yes yes yes! I read and reread the poem. It says nearly everything I wanted to say, but may not be as deftly. I liked Sue’s comments too.
Consciousness alone can help us wake up! If at all?