I wrote this poem in Nov 2016 as 3 separate poems, but they are meant to be read as one. Here it is re-edited and posted in its entirety. The poem emerges from the cocoon of my reading and musings of TS Elliot, Dante, Descartes and some Arthur Conan Doyle.
1. when you down who lifts you up when you are lost who finds you when you fall, is it from grace if so, whose grace who is lost with you who binds the wounds whom do you discover, when you are down yourself or another what awaits over the horizon what lies beneath the wounds what lifts you up come on rise up we rise by lifting others up we discover ourselves when lost we need not be alone come on, stand together every breath is a doorway to heaven or hell so just breath and rise up 2. as you await at breaths doorway just breathe and see what awaits as you pause to exhale by not breathing we are forced to choose heaven or hell but let not fear inspire either mortality or immortality let Virgil be your guide through the mythical dark wood of spiritual values that at times perverts' human intellect the pilgrims journey demands questions be answered within the dark forest on a crooked path the meaningful can become meaningless as we journey on a quest into the unlit darkness 3. we are on a journey on a quest into the darkened heart of life, doubts and dreams that search for proof of life strength in life, rests on doubt accept that which you know to be true are dream states virtual reality is life one constant dream what is real? let knowledge be your secure foundation not the imagination thereof but the doubt thereof let doubt be your proof of life doubt creates sanity life is stronger than anything the mind can invent what is real are our thoughts doubt your senses doubt your existence rise up and claim your reality think, therefore, you live
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