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Illusion What isn’t an illusion? That’s the question. You aim for fame. Well, forget it – it gets boring When the door to happiness subsides. How long before the ride of charm Turns into gasp; one last-ing gasp. What circumstance, experience, ambition Doesn’t turn to opposition Some time in its life? One thing turned into two And diametrically opposed: Up/down, down/up, then seeing through –a last, last sup. Illusionary, but that’s not to say it doesn’t matter. Everything a smattering of truth For you to act through, Watching diligently as you do it. Not to say you must be stiff – Just act as if The whole thing’s real. Don’t let it steal the real you, That’s all. There is a real you – Let’s call it soul Or essence; outer/inner Unity of you-nity (that’s funny). Ok, so it isn’t money, Gathering (of many things Such as position, power, Family and all the things I can’t remember). Passing, unpredictable, unstable, Every syllable of all you want Attainable – but then what? Illusion 7.1.2017 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Corwin Illusion - what isnt?
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 6:44 AM UTC
Illusion
Illusion What isn’t an illusion? That’s the question. You aim for fame. Well, forget it – it gets boring When the door to happiness subsides. How long before the ride of charm Turns into gasp; one last-ing gasp. What circumstance, experience, ambition Doesn’t turn to opposition Some time in its life? One thing turned into two And diametrically opposed: Up/down, down/up, then seeing through –a last, last sup. Illusionary, but that’s not to say it doesn’t matter. Everything a smattering of truth For you to act through, Watching diligently as you do it. Not to say you must be stiff – Just act as if The whole thing’s real. Don’t let it steal the real you, That’s all. There is a real you – Let’s call it soul Or essence; outer/inner Unity of you-nity (that’s funny). Ok, so it isn’t money, Gathering (of many things Such as position, power, Family and all the things I can’t remember). Passing, unpredictable, unstable, Every syllable of all you want Attainable – but then what? Illusion 7.1.2017 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Corwin Illusion - what isnt?
Illusion - what isn't?
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arlene-corwin
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 6:44 AM UTC
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