Poem 1

February 25, 2011
I cannot define reality
Do words mean anything?

No one breathes the real
Is it true what I speak?

What I touch
What I think
What I see
What I feel
What others tell me
And what I should hear.
The persistent delusion
Is a place with meaning?

This leads me to a conclusion that-
We are one
And we are everything
Existence is within the being




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