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conception
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Someday is an abstract thought. A word containing only emptiness; a projection of potential cons-structed by the mind, used to distract the self from the present being right now, existing here not then or when. Time is the illusion of the mind. Word plays concepted with poetic adjectives dancing around phrasing tempting emotions with past or future scenery. To look, visually see. Without connecting words or thoughts to exist right here, right now. A full complete living and being experiencing what is observable. Does that make you more lonely or more alive? The paradox of being. We are nothing and yet We are everything so interesting and fascinating. Exploring invisible details that manifest out of thin air – just as clouds appear upon the sky arrive / depart higher / lower thick / wispy tropical / icy Everything you can see is a manifestation formed out of the invisible soup of aliveness appearing / disappearing is and is not So amazingly simple, dreamy, and seductive... just like your eyes and your unique perspective flowing from the moon lit sky, dancing stars stirring the air.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on September 30, 2011

Deeply enriching to the mind and the heart.

Reviewed by Barbara Terry

Reviewed on August 9, 2011

Isn't it amazing what you can see in another's eyes? You have described what life, lifeless things you can see in someone else's soul, because the eyes are the windows to the soul, the life or lifeless projection of the person behind them. After re-reading this, I see that there is a method to your madness. The surreal becomes real, the real becomes stark to the mind. Thank you for sharing.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFULSISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister, Barbie

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on July 17, 2011

a pure burst of inspired madness ...

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on July 12, 2011

this is truly a beautiful piece!

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on July 11, 2011

Beautiful!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Thank you for sharing this thought-inciting philosophical offering, Debby. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

... not what you see but how you see it; not the number of moments but the quality of each and every moment. Blessed are those who can magnify the bounty of each breath of life so that they are truly LIVING! Wonderful exhortational work, Debby, that knows what it is to be alive. xx

Reviewed by D Johnson

Great write through and through, but these two lines are super "Everything you can see is a manifestation
formed out of the invisible soup of aliveness"

Cheers from west of the Cascades,
Dan

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on July 10, 2011

A fabulous first read poem for my first day back! Debby you continue to amaze and delight!Thank you! Eileen

Reviewed by TONY NERONE

The mind can play tricks on you. I usually awake at 3AM and go outside and look up at the sky, I can see the stars moving. But no one else seems to see them. This was a very thought provoking writing, Debby. And a very fine writing indeed.
Peace
Tony