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Harken to the banded throngs
Streaming through my horizon
Carelessly unseen before shimmering
Prisms allude to Life’s facets
Borne before Man lies
Prone, beaten, risen
Sensible to the last
Vestiges strewn around his mornings

Waking brings remnants
Belittled aforesaid
Grasped in obscurity
Deprived of reason
Unsettling by Virtue’s
Essences breathing orphaned
Thoughts claiming their
Own.

Or try this,

Harken to the banded throngs
Streaming through my horizon
Carelessly unseen
Before shimmering Prisms
Allude to Life’s facets
Borne before
Man lies Prone, beaten,
Risen
Sensible to the last Vestiges
Strewn around his mornings

Waking brings remnants
Belittled
Aforesaid Grasped in obscurity
Deprived of reason
Unsettling
By Virtue’s Essences
Breathing orphaned Thoughts
Claiming their Own.

Byron

I prefer the second version as I think it scans much better.

Happy New Year

Cheers

Ben

Ben, I agree.

Hello. To answer a question about this offering.........
Imagine that you have had a bad week at work. Every day was bloody awful. You went in on Saturday and that was even worse.
Now stop for a moment and imagine this.......
You are just waking up on Sunday morning (late) and in that split second between sleep/dream/unconscious thoughts, you are still carrying images and sounds from your sleep, but are realising (with joy) that it is Sunday morning; it is late; you've got the day off.
I'm trying to capture that elusive, emotionally charged, moment of 'stress expected' becoming an emotional relief, as you fall back into the images and thoughts, which were swimming around in your mind just before you woke. Try and remember how it felt and how happy you became, but how difficult it was to dive back into those precious dreams. It's almost "Tis better to have dreamed, than never dreamt at all."
Regards. Byron.

Hi Byron ~

Those moments are sooooo difficult to capture in words. I think you've hit on it in several places, I really like your last two lines in that regard.

~ Lizzy

Thinking about your writing I wanted to tell you.....that
some moments are similar in changing from one state to other.
I mean in an opposite way to what you refer, for example when something terrible happens and you try to continue because you have to and you remember how were you before.....and try to capture the way you were but in a concious, hard, way in order not to break and come to the point that nothing matters at all .....I do not know if you will understand this....it is like a noodles plate

Hello Sandra. I think I understand what you are saying. You want to keep hold of what has suddenly become far more precious?
You knew it was good, but now it has an added urgency and your grasp is not able to reach it. Perhaps I could say it is like trying to put fog in a bottle. The fog is all around you. You can see it, and you can feel it on your skin and in your hair, but the fog is impossible to take hold of.
Regards. Byron.

mmm, what you say it is true, I was refering to the inner changes that occur in us when something that touches us deep happens
You refered more to everyday events that may seem different in relation with the state of conciousness.....and when we see them clear then we breathe!!!!When I was a child and I woke up I used to watch my room for a while watching things and as I am shorsighted I imagined what was really the thing I was looking (because I did not see it clear until I wore my glasses) that was a funny game......perhaps reality has not been shown to us completely clear yet (?)

Hello Sandra. What is real?
You have certainly touched on Man's search for his meaning to be alive. Perhaps we are all part of a dream? Perhaps we are passing through from one form of existence to another one (or two, or three?) We see something which is beautiful and know instantly that it is beautiful, even though we have never seen it before. We feel hurt and anguish when we see something which is unpleasant, cruel, wrong, abusive. We know instantly that it is bad, but how do we know? How do we know why something is ugly, or beautiful? Some thinkers have said that we know all of this because we are passing through from one existence to another. In our previous existence we saw True Beauty, and what we see now is only a false copy of the original beauty we have already seen. When we die, we return to that existence where True Beauty is found. We will die and wake up in a place where we have been before. We will be returning to true reality. What we think we glimpse in this world, almost by accident, and which we find difficult to concentrate on, will be clearly visible in our next existence. From time to time we get a little look at what is waiting for us. It may not be Heaven, but an existence where wrong and right still battle and we are 'continuously' tested. Not 'continually.'
We may be on an eternal journey from which we sometimes are allowed to indulge in Earthly pursuits?
One thing is certain though. The more we discover about ourselves, the more we know we have far more to discover.
Knowledge is like a bowl in your hands. As we fill it, it continues to get bigger and bigger. We have to accept that we know very little, even though some people think they know everything.
Your experiences as a child in your room with your poor eyesight are very close to how I used to feel when I was a young boy. What we cannot see properly, can be interpreted by our brain into all sorts of strange things. Thank you for your reponses.
Regards. Byron.

Knowledge is like a bowl in your hands. As we fill it, it continues to get bigger and bigger. We have to accept that we know very little.

Great analogy, Byron . I also recall playing that 'game' as a child, Sandra . I was near-sighted, too, but 'grew out' of glasses [then, back into them ].

~ Lizzy

I like this:
"The more we discover about ourselves, the more we know we have far more to discover."

I like it, too, Sandra. It also seems to go very well with your beautiful, expansive avatar

Well spotted Elizabeth. A photogaphic image supporting a discussion about mental imagery in an electronic community. Spooky or what?

Beautiful isn´t it? and you still don´t choose one Lizzy?