Reality is a mystery
for us because we’re a part;
not for us to experience and get,
not in the usual way we consider direct,
not within our reality yet,
immanent in Everything, perfused through,
including our self.
As self or identity
within our reality
of conscious experience and self witnessed, where
we experience what we experience directly
surrounded by other parts within our reality
including the conscious by which we are conscious of
and the witness by which we are aware,
coupled to and displaced from them.
We are free to choose,
to consider or deny, determine or mesmerise with
what we experience;
our Unknowing extends beyond this freedom,
our whole contains our all as parts
and the mystery includes our whole.
Be free as a part;
beyond displacements and choices,
the mystery of our whole encompasses
and the immanence of our whole and Reality, is in us.
I agree. Powerful and worthwhile words and thoughts shared. A amazing poem.
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Please read and enjoy the work of a talented wrier.
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Thank you for your comment and reblog. The poems in your blog is wonderful.
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You are welcome and I enjoyed your work.
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