MIM   -   Reality

What is Reality?

Mist of swirling illusions
Dreams and hopes and thoughts

You are walking your path,
But where is the path,
Oh, is there a path, are there many?

A glimpse of light, a shadow of fear,
Tell me what is, what is not?
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You think I wander in sheres of deception,
You think I am insane,
You think I have a mental problem,
Being more than just what I am.

What I am is a multitude,
Dreams to be shattered and derams to heal,
Sea of emotions, longings and hopes,
Imagination is real.

What I think, it is truth for me,
What I sense, it is right.
What I believe is reality,
Dance in the shadows, dance in the light.

Maybe it's all a foolish dilusion,
Physical matter is all that we are,
Yet it seems to be more than illusion
That there is more by far.

Feelings become reality,
Thoughts wield power, as derams come true.
Being or not they live an existence
Through imagination in you.



A new life

Nameless without meaning
Living without aim
Creature of the shadows
With no rights to claim
                                All alone in weakness
                                Never free of grief
                                Nothing to be given
                                Nothing there to give
                                                            Failure and shamefulness
                                                            Hatred of helplessness
                                                            Presence of loneliness
                                                            Darkness in the heart
                                                            Never to part?
                                                                                            Where is the happiness
                                                                                            Love and a joyfulness
                                                                                            Friendship and caresses?

                                                                                            Changing means learning
                                                                                            Time to be passing
                                                                                            Come, understanding
                                                                                            And bury the past
                                                                        Give me a future
                                                                        Of hope and of glory
                                                                        A truth to be found
                                                                        A wonder to see
                                                         Give me a meaning
                                                         A sense of direction
                                                         A path in the darkness
                                                         Leading to me
                                        Finding freedom
                                        A light in the shadows
                                        Joy to be living
                                        Life to be lived
                        Knowing the dark side
                        Feeling the bright side
                        Carried beyond the
                        Deep pit of grief
            Newborn with knowledge
            Free of supression
            Shatter the chains
            Of a slave to be free
Outwards to reach
Receive and be given
Share with your friends
To live and to be



Being

With time we are
With time we age
Nothing lasts forever
No lasting without time.

Where once was beauty
of youth
Shadows linger
Time is forever
There is now beauty
of age.

No loosing without finding
No finding without loosing
No return
Mourn the past
Hope for future
Live the present
The eternity of time
A fragment, a raindrop to the sea -
Time has no memory.

Where once was beauty
of being
Light shines bright
Time is forever
There is still beauty
of being.



Copyright © 2000 Margret I. Moré

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