ONE TWO MANY
ONE TWO MANY
All of us unique
Yet also somehow the same.
Words? Don’t give me words!
Projected imaginings
Masquerading as a truth.
Posted on May 15, 2020, in Wee Poems and tagged Ego, God, Identity, Imagination, Life, Reality, Words. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
What happens when the projected imaginings are ALL you can actually see, EVERYTHING you hope to know, EVERYONE you thought were, and the FREEDOM to understand things clearly?
Hint: Sit in the moment and enjoy it for what it’s worth!
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Hint II: cultivate patience.
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Very deep.
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And yet so simple. 🙂
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