The world that I see
One thing I know is that I exist . Of that I am sure . But what of the world around me ? Of that , I am not sure . I observe a beautiful day with a sky full of clouds . Of that I am sure Is it real ? Of that , I am not sure . Often I ponder the nature of existence And I ' m sure there is an answer Though I ’ ll never be sure of what it could ever be . Could it be my eyes that manifest reality ? Could it be that the material projected by my very touch creates the world I see ? Could I be so bold as to assume that ? Or perhaps it is not my eyes that bring the world to fruition ? Maybe it ' s the collective consciousness of all of us that does it , Or rather the gaze of an entity that is pure and absolute . Could it be the mind of God that upholds the physical laws and foundations of our reality ? Of that , I can never be sure . Perhaps it does not matter , the nature of matter . I feel , I love , I weep , and I lie I look up and wonder about the things in the sky . I sit with my heart , my angel , in disguise . I love this dove perhaps till the day that I die . My feelings are real . Of that I am sure . The love that I feel . Of that I am sure .
By Marcos Heisecke
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