in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Friday, July 6, 2012

Billabong


If I wasn't alone
If music didn't play
If I did not sing
If beauty did not exist
If the waves did not crash
If the sand did not blow
If I could not stand
If you could not see my feet
If the rope did not hold
If I could always smile
If flowers did not smell
If I could not walk on this
IF the sun did not shine
If there were no water
If I could just be
If there were no view
If it did not feel like this
If you could just see me
If I could not be bare
If I could not sleep
The world, would it be still?

Billabong Lightwriting

2 comments:

  1. you may not know this...[its a chance however slim]
    but a billabong is an Australian creek...ill have to check the origin of the word
    though wiki says its a lake...[or a section of still water adjacent to a river...is probably he best explanation...]

    once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
    under the shade of a Coolibah tree [banjo patterson]

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  2. Thank you. I did not think to look up the word. I saw a blog with the title in one of the post and as I was looking through the poem came to me and so I named it after the post.

    I do like the quoted poem.

    Many thanks Louisp2668

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