I am in the room, pacing up and down
Yet, the room greets me with silence
Does not identify my presence or monologues
This space feels like an unknown matrix
My ideologies clash with the sturdy walls
Doors and windows won’t let ideas escape
The floor feels soft and my feet can dig in
Undulating footsteps will pull me in
It won’t be long before the walls close in
My eyes scan for any crevice to exploit
There are none, but a reality that does not exist
Flawless design with a programmed future
Unknown symbols and numbers
There is no room for reprieve from this reality
Only to let the mind breach the confines
Decode the Universe’s reality of Life
And obliterate the existence of this room
Open the mind’s eye to look beyond the tangible
When time and space will be nullified
Only pure existence in the realm of eternity©
“Only pure existence in the realm of eternity”
A wonderful sense of a reality within a reality; yet one able to be transmuted into something greater. I enjoyed this very much…
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Reality beyond the physical realm, where the mind wants to experience pure consciousness and eternity.
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But this one is more about introspection.
Yes, I did write an article on Busyness of Life. Otherwise, my writings touch upon various aspects of life.
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Thank you. I feel literature should not be restricted as my byline of the Website says- Facets of Life.
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