The Belief of Existence

Everything is and everything isn't. 

What we see or live in the present. 

An object exists only if given permission,   

And then if not, it's just non-existant. 

To us with our minds there's a whole different world, 

Where things exist only when they've been told. 

The love of a human, the sadness of a beast. 

The greatest of the great, and the least of the least. 

They're all only there when we decide them to be. 

Turn off our minds, and then we can't see. 

For what is existing? Just believing in it. 

Running the race, and failing a bit.   

   

And what is failing? Just winning, but not. 

Then what is warming? Just cold with some hot. 

What is existing? It's believing to be. 

For without spirit or heart, you're nothing to see. 

But then what is seeing? Physically that. 

It's using your eyes, and looking at facts. 

And then what's REAL seeing? Spiritually now. 

It's using your heart and believing, no doubt. 

But what is believing? Is it something you do? 

Something you see? Or something that's you? 

Something you know? Or something you feel? 

Something that's true, but not really real? 

What IS believing? That's a questions to answer. 

Believing is dancing when you're not a dancer. 

Believing is jumping while knowing you'll fall. 

And believing is living when you've lost it all. 

Believing is hurting and still getting up. 

Believing is loving when you've had enough. 

Believing is seeing and doing and thinking. 

Believing is jumping and falling and sinking. 

Believing is simply all that you do. 

All that you see, and all that is you. 

It is all that is true, that you know, that you feel, 

Even if it all is not really real. 

                                                       

Tara J. Howard



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