The World Wind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic

I was blind for a long time, but didn't really know it. I just knew my eyes were bad. Almost everything I "saw" was a memory based on clues I could detect from what was in front of me. Most of my
sight has now been restored, but I now realize that a lot of what you "see" is just in your head.

The World Wind


The world wind blows,

And patterns change,

And minds inspect the new regime,

But do not really see the now.


They see what's been,

And what could be,

But miss what's here today to see,

The things that do exist.


We find a past to fit today,

Subjective stories stored away,

In rows of bins within the mind,

That hold the things our feelings find,

But rarely what was there.


And we don't see the future well,

We think we do, but time will tell,

That most predictions don't come true,

We tightly cling to those that do,

And this enables us to feel,

That we can see what comes.


We used remembered fantasy,

To form a view of what's to be,

Extrapolate from what was not,

The fiction of our future lot,

And all the time refuse to see,

The present, which is real.

Submitted: February 04, 2018

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A lot of truth in this, but we do need imagination, at least for writing. Remembering, well, it's hard to tell how correct it is; and as for looking to the future -- no, I won't do that apart from as fantasy.
A really thought-provoking poem!

Sun, February 4th, 2018 8:01pm


Thank you.

Sun, February 4th, 2018 12:58pm

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