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?
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Love it!!!
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Thanks, Gary.
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This is so beautiful Sue somehow it describes how I feel at the moment, a not knowing my path.
Are the illustrations yours?💜
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Thanks, Willow. Uncertainty is good… it leaves us with so many more choices than absolute certainty 😉
Yes, the drawings are mine.
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The drawing are haunting, I love them. The advice is good 💜
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Thank you, Willow ❤
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That’s especially beautiful, Sue – the drawings as well. You have a lot of talent. And re your first line – “Do I exist if I am not seen?” Don’t know if you know the famous story re Einstein and Nils Bohr. They are reputed one night to have been having that same sort of conversation whilst sitting and looking up at the moon. Einstein is reputed to have pointed to the moon and said, “So are we really saying that if we weren’t sitting here looking at it, it wouldn’t exist?” To which Bohr is reputed to have replied, “How would you prove it is?” In other words – you can’t.
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Thank you, Jeff. So much of what we believe we know must be taken on trust… and our lives lived ‘as if’.
I doubt if the answers to any of these questions matter as much as the asking of them.
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I think the answer to that one matters Sue. What Bohr seems to be implying is that the reason you can’t prove it’s existence outside of your consciousness is almost certainly because outside of your, or someone’s consciousness, it has no existence. Which points towards the unity of all things; the oneness you and I have spoken about before.
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I’ll give you that, Jeff, although I am still not sure it matters in the end as long as we can see that oneness…and I cannot see how that can be disputed if you look beyond appearances.
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Wow!! 🙂
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🙂
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Profound and touching poem.
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😉
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Amazing! The words and the drawings. Thanks.
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Thank you, Darlene.
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Love this, and I love the word Maya. I really wanted to name Ava, Maya, but I suppose Ava suits her more.
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They take the names that fit them sometimes, in spite of anything we have chosen 😉
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Touched my heart. 🙂 … probably from the first time I read of one of your adventures among the Standing Stones.
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Kindred spirits 😉
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Maya is a wonderful poem, Sue. So much wisdom in those words…
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Thank you, Jaye x
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