Are we alone the makers
of all we see and know?
Do we create disasters
burdens that we tow?
Do we trod through human thoughts,
appearing before our eyes?
Illusions brought to form,
but never realized.
Can energy create form?
Clearly we are here,
from energy we were born;
we can never disappear.
Are we the force behind
all we believe to exist?
Is there a hand behind the cradle
lying within the mist?
Chains of human life connect,
where does the chain begin?
First thought of creation
was it born or always been?
Are perceptions limited
within the human mind?
Unable to understand,
yet persistent to find.
Answers to the questions,
are deeper then the mind;
from all of life's intrusion,
the answers are hard to find.
Clutter of beliefs,
build barriers to truth;
surpassing what is simple,
from seeds are born the fruit.
Life imitates the truth.
The planter of the seeds,
does not perform in the harvest,
but overlooks the deeds.




















The Title is fitting & I think my fav part is:









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