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Do I cease to exist if I am not seen,

Like a tree in a forest that makes no sound

Unless it is heard when it falls?

Do I exist in the mirror when I look,

An illusory glimpse into a framed reality

That is not real?

Viewer or image, who can say

Where reality resides

Or if we are but dreaming?

Is my life a mere illusion of the soul

Or perhaps a whispered image

In the mind of God?

Or is illusion’s self the fount,

Imagined solidity

Becoming real with every heartbeat?

If I am forgotten, was I ever there?

Did I leave my trace upon a world

Whose reality I question

Or was I just a zephyr

In the cosmic night

Whispered to the stars

By voiceless lips…

Or did I touch your heart?

living stone

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com
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21 Responses to Māyā

  1. Pingback: Māyā — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo – The 307

  2. Lyn Horner says:

    Makes me wonder why I chase recognition as an author. Is it simply because I want to leave “my mark” on the world when I’m dead and gone? Very thought provoking!

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  3. willowdot21 says:

    I like this Sue, the illustrations are perfect, did you draw them .💜

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  4. rivrvlogr says:

    Each time this is read, you are here. Always, in fact, your words having touched the hearts of many over the years.

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  5. Beautiful images and words.

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  6. jenanita01 says:

    This is a lot of things to ponder over today, with snowflakes gently falling past my window and the cold increasing. If I turn into a block of ice, would it be proof of my fleeting existence?


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