It is not
That the earth shook
and a mountain shattered
It is not
The blooming bud
or immanent sorrows
It is
That someone
saw it happen
Poems and Pictures
Poems and Pictures
It is not
That the earth shook
and a mountain shattered
It is not
The blooming bud
or immanent sorrows
It is
That someone
saw it happen
We are the observer. That is the essence of being.
One cannot exist without being observed. One cannot exist without observing.
Yes! To bear witness. . . . .
I see you!