In silent being a life considers,
do I exist or is this beauty
an illusion, a dream,
for what I see, feel and acknowledge,
could be a fantasy,
a sentient construct pre-empting a lie,
or perhaps the consideration an answer in itself,
if I’m able to question, then I am.
I am matter, energy organised,
form and placement I assume to be,
yet it is the mind that haunts,
the possibilities projected on a wall,
as I witness, choose truth or delusion,
and whatever is, will be revealed in its falling,
when a mind transcends the veils of illusion
to see an ostensible truth.
Yet still, certainty is blurred,
reality a perception as we observe,
and one cannot know for sure
the images we see, a subatomic world in review,
able to transform at will the realms it inhabits,
and we an oscillation amid the ruse,
where one stops and another begins,
is just an arrangement, I am confused.
Yet here I sit, aware,
surrounded by manifestations of beauty so rare,
I cannot imagine anything more perfect,
and yet there must be, beyond my meager sight,
beyond the limitations my senses share,
and in that very possibility I seek vision more complete,
the reality beneath my dreams,
and realizing that I am, I sleep.
So let me awaken for my dreams,
to see beyond my expectations,
to allow my imagination to flourish
and to see more of a higher reality,
one that is perhaps beyond my mind
but set free from the masks of disparity
to know life in its simplicity,
as I am a simple being.
Tony DeLorger © 2017