Tag Archives: prose poetry

i see what you mean

if it is not with your eyes,
then what is it that you see
the world with?

some say
you see
with your mind.

if so, then why did god
bother with giving us eyes
in the first place?

the “mind’s eye”
is a great metaphor, but
in there it shall remain.

for words can do this –
make things appear
from paper thin air

and their appearance, it
may linger in the wind or
on the page for far too long.

halfway through the show

forever, we come in
“halfway through the show”.
never to go back
to the beginning of time,
to our parents’ birth or
even to the last minute
or second that had just past.
for that is time’s character.

there is neither reverse to reality,
nor fast forward, but only ‘play’
we must live with it, deal with it,
but also enjoy the show while it’s on.

white paper from the start

a blank slate
or white paper –
our minds are
from the start
like this.

a mind
without sense-experience
will continue to be
a blank slate.
no perception,
conception, or signification
is possible
unless
we have
the initial
sense-experience.

I think I am

It is not
I think therefore I am,
but rather,
I think I am, therefore I am.
The difference is one of illusion.

forgiveness

if we think
only God forgives
then we are weaker
than we believe

forgiveness is
a matter of choice
not a given
just because
we are mortal

if we are willing
to forgive then
we have taken
the first step
to forgiveness

being willing
to some action
is something
we can do

that in itself is proof
we have the capacity
for forgiveness