Life as video tape
remembering
when you were
born
played live once
Never twice
Reminiscing
all forlorn
Synthetic memories
in our heads
Faded, Fading, totally Gone…
Someday
others we’ve passed behind
walking paths of stone
yesterday to distant past
Thinking thoughts as we
Loving others
Families
Jobs
food on their tables
We all have sameness…
scenes in our lives
How the players played
forgetting our own intent
Recollections
shades of light
every degree in between
isn’t it good to forget?
Isn’t that what nature does?
Forget
let go
Heal
time
Renewing
no object
no hurry
God
all the time in the world
patience
Life
physical form
persisting
image
dream like quality
conjured up in our own heads…
by ourselves
somewhere behind the curtain
more apparent
played video games
software program
notion
truth
Hologram
Quantum Physics
preprogrammed puppets with invisible strings
choice
freedom to think, act, and make choices
Think about where our feelings come from
invisible
feel them
Inside this body of ours
by default
we were born
where were we before?
Dead,
waiting to be born
Again?
recollect being here before
exist in this body of ours
reasonable mind would disagree
they’re working on it
play them all over again
Would we do things different
Strike as many times as we could while the iron was hot
Do we have a few regrets?
Did we make some poor choices?
Repeating
Forever
know our world from our senses
Seeing, hearing, feeling, tasting, and smelling
Our brains mysteriously process
form what seems to be real
larger reality we cannot perceive
friends sense better than us
Their eyes are sharper, they hear, taste and smell better
Human senses severely limit us
sense a small spectrum
bigger reality that exists
Our experience is small
in this world we live in
beyond our own experience
