What meets the eye,
And escapes the vision,
What evades the vision,
And catches the eye,
Are all but versions of this reality,
One blurred in memory,
Another faded in cognition.
A labyrinth of notions,
An array of perceptions,
Creating a chimera,
In the minds of the observer,
And he keeps deciphering,
Pondering and contemplating,
Trying to clear this illusion,
Unravelling the layers,
Removing the dust,
Cleaning the stains,
Of these blurred realities.
reality : philosophy : life
What our vision catches, is it the entire reality or there is more to it? We have a range of vision but things exist beyond that too. If we open up our eyes of imagination, we will be able to envision a world beyond this reality.
A flower in my garden, looked such a perfect shade of yellow, but it withered after few days. This withering looked like a loss of one’s identity as a flower, particle by particle. It appeared as if one tiny particle after another is detaching itself from life and moving towards a new form, a new life. What a magical scale I adjusted my focus on. Amazed!
PHILOSOPHY: REALITY: SCALES
Tulip Brook 