Perception

Takes place through lenses

Which are ground based upon

Varied assumptions of

Separation..our culture stamped

By a belief of an independent

Out-there..with separation as the

Herald of truth..but there are

More and more lenses these days

Perceiving the same out-there..yet

Knowing it as a "seeming" truth

An appearance Here and Now

With no out-there out there...

The Symphony I Am..

And we are..

Each of us..

Is shaped by instruments

Of the noisy quiet world..

Our inward stage

Where the music plays

Cacophonies and arias

The clash of cymbals

And  pregnant pauses..

All allowed and welcome

For their brief stay..

As we note their

Composition of the

Symphony I Am...

Attraction and attachment

Hooked and holding..

Many momentary "highs"

Of Likes..Loves..Wows..

But of short duration as

Thirst returns seeking for

More highs..finding instead

Those confining pains..

Allowing others to define

Who we are..is the basic

Sin of social media..

We are tangled in a

Hidden matrix..with many

Not locating the simple exit:

Asking the perennial questions

Perhaps..Who am I..??...

Regrets in this life

Transport us outward

And mark a duration

To some remembered place..

Yet there is a tension

Accompanying

To turn us once more with

A relieving recognition:

LIFE being life...

Fairy tales ride

On the feathers of time..

The feathers fall

Revealing the wisp of time..

Leaving the sky

Not-ending and open

For new tales arising

And feathers falling...

For some~~

The Advent season brings us

To the story of Mary with her

Fears and misgivings after

Angelic conversations..

Her status as a ****** pointed

To an angelic mistake..does not

A conception require separation..?

A new question:

Might there be inner Birth

Recognizing Virginity

Appearing as separation...?