Fasting on Thanksgiving

Perception is reality
What we believe is what is real
Existing in the way we see
Reality is what we feel
Just as we discern it to be
Your truth while absolute to you
Is only relative to me

Illusion is that deception
Subscribed to by one who believes
Being the myth agreed upon
Because of hope in what deceives
A dream by which to muddle through
Most often no real harm is done
It seems the dreams sometimes come true

Reality is perception
Falling into the mind like leaves
Of many colors in the fall
Fluttering life down from the tree
These days of our lives one by one
Passing before our widened eyes
Pieces of you pieces of me

Beautiful truths beautiful lies
Beautiful chosen parts of all
And then it ends to great surprise
We know death comes yet never see
The mirror of mortality
That unrelieved that unbelieved
Last unperceived reality

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Steven, I really like your quote on Authors Den from Goethe

Everyone wants to be somebody, no ones wants to grow.


Still thinking of me??
I am with you...

Hi Franziska, and thanks.

Yes, I love those words of Goethe; as usual, he said it best, whether in German or translated into any other tongue. Those few words contain so much wisdom, and they are particularly apt for any sort of creative work or place devoted to the pursuit of it. There can be no achievement without growth; the two are one. "Growing pains" are inevitable to growth, but most avoid them. Yet that feeling--"growing pains," existential isolation, whatever name is given--is no more and no less than the very feeling of being alive. And it feels good! People fear it, but it is not bad at all; it sure beats the non-feeling of being dead!

I am thinking of you, and with you too.

Thanks and love,

+Stevie