Lord R. E. Taylor Poet Free verse

The Question of Our Reality

A normal man sits on a moss covered rock
For hours he sits and thinks
Not about anything
He wonders about everything
Asking what is real
And what is just a creation of the human mind
Do we see what we really see?
Or do our thoughts tell us what we should see?
The red rose in my mind
May be blue in another’s thoughts
Are our lives, our existence a true reality?
Or are we a story told by a greater mind?
A fairy tale with a very twisted ending
The man sitting on the moss covered rock asks
Maybe they are questions that are not meant to be asked
But does anyone really want to know?
Would the answers change our lives?
Could our God survive if we knew?
Man’s feeble mind doesn’t want to know
As long as we are alive
No one really cares
As long as we do simply exist
We can remain ignorant
But we will be happy that we are here

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Yoni Dvorkis September 3, 2009 at 7:46 PM I guess the phrase 'ignorance is bliss' comes to mind, as long as the ignorant can find their way to happiness. I found knowing the truth isn't easy at first but eventually it becomes a very stable framework from which the rest of the world can be seen. God didn't speak it to me though, I read it in a book called a Course in Miracles. I wonder if you've heard of it. If not it sounds like it's right up your alley. I'm happy I found your work. Truly it's inspiring. -Yoni

John Freeman August 24, 2009 at 7:37 PM We are love, and no we don't see the reallity, which is love, our minds have deceived us, what we see is not the purity of love's truth. But this generation will begin to see the truth of the reality which is love. God Bless, Sincerely Moses

Sara Kendrick August 24, 2009 at 5:11 PM Interesting thoughts put to pen. Keep writing. Sara

Carol Sunshine Brown August 24, 2009 at 5:02 AM Thank you for sharing your splendid poetry with us today Robert. Wishing you the best always in your writing. Love, Carol

Carolyn Devonshire August 24, 2009 at 3:21 AM Very wise bit of introspection here, Rob. I, too, have sat on that moss-covered rock wondering about the very essence of what is real and what the purpose of our existence is. You and I have much in common; we struggle with many of the same issues. (Your Soup Mail is returned; couldn't sleep tonight.) It's hard moving from a home in which you've lived for 20 years. God bless you! Love, Carolyn