Tapestries of Our Soul
~ Pondering the existence of our reality and the presence of this moment. The details of any given snapshot has depth and meaning which I see and attempt to translate.
Photo by author Chris Perillo; 12 Bridges, CA
Woven in the tapestries of our soul
Lies a myriad of moments
Perceived as memories
Tapestries of time
Linear in assumption
Perpetuated by the senses
Assumed to be snapshots of existence.
Pause at that possibility….
Rather instead, our existence
Annular; ring like in disposition
Neither a beginning nor close.
Oscillating like a swing
Neither a start nor an end
Vibrating in waves unseen or heard.
Frayed at the edges
We seem bound by gravity
Tethered and knotted in support
Of beliefs that at best are illusory
What is it that you see, feel or believe
Ahead of you?