A Question of Presence?

 

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How do you see the flower, is it with your eyes only or is it through the flower being present in all your senses. Do you feel the flower in your subconscious, does it communicate with you through your screen as you sit with it?

Do you connect with my presence as you read my words and if so, what is it you feel. Can I leave my lounge and enter your world just by sharing my thoughts with you. Can you feel the authenticity of a person through their words on paper, or through a book they have written. Is this the same if something is written that does not sit well with you, or blend well with your understanding of life? Interesting isn’t it how we are drawn to others we have never met, we feel a connection with them, trust them and even care about what happens to them.

If we are all energy, can we not communicate and blend without being present in a room? I believe we can, I think that we can go anywhere if we are accepted and welcomed. I think it probably boils down to acceptance because if something does not sit well with me I shut it down, stop allowing it in, and refocus myself.

Look at the medium of Skype, how real does that conversation feel, for me when I am connected with a person there is no difference to if they were sitting across the room. I hold consultations over Skype and have used it for my own benefit. Reading what someone has written is the same for me, it’s as if they are communicating directly with me, I feel them.

I know I’m asking a lot of questions here, I probably have all the answers somewhere too, inside in my subconscious, floating around waiting for the right time. I just think these questions are fascinating, they are food for the soul.

So tell me, how close to you am I now as I ask them?

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I Read..

I jump into the open book, 

I take it for a spin.

Immerse myself in words of love, 

poetry and sin.

Uncover buried feelings, 

I understand the plot.

Driving round the dialogue, 

pausing at full stops.

Contemplating meaning,

and what it says to me.

Will it stay in my memories,

time will only see.

On reaching the destination,

I use the parking break.

To tour the land of literature,

is never a mistake.