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Friday, December 16, 2011

"passing clouds" by Elisabeth Dubois | RedBubble

"passing clouds" by Elisabeth Dubois | RedBubble:

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"What is reality?" by Elisabeth Dubois | RedBubble

"What is reality?" by Elisabeth Dubois | RedBubble:


What is reality?

With open hands I touch my mirror
A moment of darkness becomes much clearer
As my body transcends in its realm
I am entranced and totally overwhelmed

Darkness subsides and a dream-like effect
Takes over my being, in every aspect.
So light, so free and yet so confused
As to where I am although slightly enthused

Have I fallen, am I dreaming,
What is this space where I am standing
Am I standing or maybe lying
Nothing around to get my bearing

A sudden rush of warmth surrounds me
A gentle heart-beat resonates within me
My need for breath becomes reality
My mind is pure and free from memory

A push, a shove, breaks up my world
As things around begin to swirl
A painful slap to make me cry
Re-birthed to give it another try

©Elisabeth Dubois Dec – 2011

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

"Whatever I am, I just accept" by Elisabeth Dubois | RedBubble

"Whatever I am, I just accept" by Elisabeth Dubois | RedBubble:




Whatever I am, I just accept

 

Amongst the countless grains of sand
I sit and gather some in hand
A moonless sky is up tonight
Glittering stars with all their might

The grains of sands I dare compare
To the stars above to which I stare
The mind assumes it comprehends
Although it only makes amend

Am I a figment or just a dream?
Or maybe just a being supreme
Do I exist and does it matter
As time passes and things get darker

And what is time and how do we measure
A second, a minute or something bigger
Can we equate our life to be?
Something as simple as energy

I have no answers to all there is
Nor do I wish to even perceive
Whatever I am, I just accept
As answers remain quite inept

Sunday, December 4, 2011

sherriofpalmprings.com: Passing Clouds by Elisabeth

sherriofpalmprings.com: Passing Clouds by Elisabeth: PASSING CLOUDS by ELISABETH DUBOIS Dear Elizabeth, such a wonderful poem, so so beautiful I couldn't stop crying.. you are a very specia...