WHY?
The now is just the observation
what is in front of you...
Can you see?
Probably not...
Desires run deep
deep in my desire
I experience objectivism...
Experience is the same but different
for you, for eyes-- (I's)
The circumstance changes
fragments of what used to be
But what if nothing -- ever really was?
"Imaginations are really the truth"
Seven years of development underway
what desire brought
out of mere chance
Coincidence...
Imaginations are really the truth
That is why I cannot "believe"
I don't have to believe I already know...
Desire Killed death
Humanity... all the same
Inherited pieces of glue stuck to the subaltern truth
--that it is--only in the imagination--
Where one can find that freedom.
But be careful enslavement exists in the imagination as well.
Imaginations are really the truth.
Seven years in the making...
"But still, nobody sees"
Seven years ago I converged into
the psychology of Now
Nature's choice
Brutal convergence but neither
here nor there...
But five, four, three, and two years ago I have forgotten
what I was
sights, aromas, nows
just after...
just now
Lo despues de lo moderno
And here I am just now
driving up and down hills
driving purpose into my mold
Functioning with reality
Being just okay with the reality,
truth awakening of the Now...
looking at the yesterday
Because it helps me see right now...
Being different... because as a human I am only
this one body
Being the same because as a human
I have things in common with other humans
Imaginations are really the truth.
Imaginations are always the truth.
Your imagination your truth
my imagination my truth
But does it really belong to either of us?
Is it not just what it is?
Metaphysical plight into the search
But does it matter once you define it?
Is it not invisible either way
Is it not only now that we have?
Imaginations
Imaginations are really the truth and I want my NOW...
"are you ready?"
By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©
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