Conciousness Poems
Silver lining
by Elliott WP
Sometimes I wonder what others feel when they stare into the world,
To me
It’s like Light pouring into a dark and warm vessel.
We capture the magnitude of something quite celestial, but there’s a space between the dark and light,
A grey area that brings it all together. Something so stellar.
I look at the clock; I look at the floor; I raise my hands and look at the form and wonder..
Are our consciousness the fine lining weaved between us and what has been?
Or is it merely cast like a projector on a screen?
Who am I between this body and the world?
......
Silver lining
by Elliott WP
Sometimes I wonder what others feel when they stare into the world,
To me
It’s like Light pouring into a dark and warm vessel.
We capture the magnitude of something quite celestial, but there’s a space between the dark and light,
A grey area that brings it all together. Something so stellar.
I look at the clock; I look at the floor; I raise my hands and look at the form and wonder..
Are our consciousness the fine lining weaved between us and what has been?
Or is it merely cast like a projector on a screen?
Who am I between this body and the world?
......
