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I don't move or go places
My mind doesn't go into the past or future
I'm still; the observer
That point in the center of consciousness
All these things pass by me
That point between consciousness and Reality
Whatever passes by
Is mistakenly given the stamp of Reality
Even if only temporarily
While being observed, expected, or remembered
That point is the 'I am'...
Beyond that, is'...
July 2, 2007
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I think therefore I am; shades of Aristole and the quest for what our mind conjures when left to explore.
Some very interesting static observations that fit a lot of philosophical attitudes. Interesting.
This poem is simply fabulous..the dichotomy between subjectivity and objectivity.The reality and the cooked up or the constructed reality by our respective minds..yet it seems real.Very powerful and concise.
Thanks George and I intend to read more of your work.
J.
Hm. Interesting, very different. You should change that comma in line 3 to a colon or semicolon. I like the last line, its a good way to finish this particular piece.
