What is Reality?

By

Bill Cottringer

What is reality,

Really?

Something we perceive?

Anything we conceive?

Everything we believe?

Or nothing we misperceive,

Misconceive or disbelieve?

Illusions do deceive—

Time, separation, creation,

Ego and free will,

At least until,

We finally become still;

Maybe the only reality,

We can really see,

Is when we are free,

From all we think we see;

Or just what is left,

From all the rest,

Of what we’ve guessed?